H.I.G.F.I.I.A.I.F. - Pt. 03

I noted how Maxine and Brinda were eyeing us as we stood by the door, ready to leave. "I'm sure Brinda wouldn't mind bringing you two home; after all, it is on her way to the airport," I said, taking my wife by surprise. It was nowhere near the airport, yet the kids didn't know that. I saw my wife's thoughts racing behind those eyes of hers, wondering just what I was playing at. In truth? I had nothing; I was just fucking with everyone there. I was so amused at that moment.

"Would that be alright?" Reda asked, peering over her shoulder at her cousin.

"Certainly," Brinda nodded, "gives me some time to say a proper goodbye to them," she said, all the while eyeing me. I don't think she's ever saw this side of me. The side that I keep separate from my family life. At home, I'm the warm, loving, protective father; at work, I'm ruthless in keeping my small company in business against the corporations that have financial backing from all over the globe. You simply can't be warm and soft in the business world for very long, and think of staying in business when your competitors run you into the ground. No business can survive long on that model. Something I'm sure Brinda understands given who's Greenworks Aerospace and Technologies biggest competitor was. I knew they had to be cutthroat when dealing with a company as big as Snyder Enterprises.

"Jerry, if the kids are staying, would you mind if Stacy and I stayed behind too?" Reda asked, turning her attention back to me.

"No." As soon as the word left my lips, my children hugged me tightly. I knew they missed coming here. I never stopped them from coming over if they wanted to; that would have been wrong of me as a father if I did that. Yet with neither Reda nor me making our weekly trips to Dell's and Maxine's house, I'm sure they weren't too eager to leave like I was at that moment.

"You drive home safe," Reda whispered after her lips left mine. "You're still one of the most important people in my life." It's a saying she's picked up due to the counseling sessions we've been attending to enforce how lucky she was that I was still here and hadn't kicked her and her family to the curb. "We'll be home before five." I nodded; ever since the day she made me listen in on when she chose me over her family, Reda has always kept to the time she sets. So I knew she wouldn't be a minute late.

I won't bore you with the details of my ride home because I didn't go home. At least not when I left my in-law's house. No. There was someone I needed to meet before I left for home. If Dan thought his troubles with me were over, the man was dead wrong. I might not have been able to touch a cop without fear of finding myself in prison. Yet Dan isn't a cop anymore. No. He's just lowly prisoner 257894 of the Harvinder County Jail waiting for his day in court. A place I might hint at that can get a lot of things done with a bit of money, and I had money. Money I planned on putting to good use. Even the most hardened of criminals have a soft spot for one or two people, and the one I've chosen for my retribution had two kids with mouths to feed while he was doing time. How did I find this out? I'm not telling you; this will go to my grave with me. Just suffice it to say that we came to an understanding. He would beat the ever-loving shit out of him for two months or until Dan can no longer walk straight and his kids have the cash they need for the things while he was in lock-up.

I always made sure my withdraws from my own personal account were well under the limit so they wouldn't get flagged. An account I might add Dell and his goons would have trouble finding, seeing how it was in my mother's maiden name. It was something I set up long before I met Reda in the off chance my company didn't take off, and I had to survive on it while I reassess my options. Over time that little nest egg continued to grow nonstop. I even tucked twenty percent of my income into it while Reda and I were on the ropes heading to divorce. So not to spook her into thinking I was readying to leave her. Which I was at the time. I texted the burner phone I'd gave the man's baby mama; whether they were married or not, I couldn't say, nor did I care when I pulled up to the curb a few doors down from their place. All I cared about was Dan feeling what I felt that night, plus he fucked my wife in front of me with that fucking smirk of his. He so had to pay!

"You know you could just pull up to the house." I looked over as the woman stuck her head into the window. "I could also give you something more than a simple beating if you catch my meaning," she said, with this seductive smile as she plucked the envelope from the passenger's seat where it sat. Watching how she opened it below the door seeing the five grand sitting in it for this week's payment. "Carlos will never know when you want some good pussy for the kind of money your dropping," she stated, winking at me before heading back towards her home, shaking that round ass of hers in my face. While I'm sure the woman is as good as she states, I never mix business with pleasure. That always leads to screwups, and that can't happen. Not where Dan is involved. He might have been kicked off the force for what he did, yet he was still a cop. If a hint of my involvement were to be picked up, I knew he would be like a bloodhound with a scent.

Plus, if I was truthful with myself, I had enough pussy at the moment that's swarming around me to shake a stick at. I knew what she wanted, a sugar daddy while her man was in lockup. That wasn't happening, ever! Looking at the clock on my radio, I knew I had enough time to get home and make it look like I've been there since leaving their house before Reda and the kids got back.

I sighed in contentment as I leaned back in my leather office chair. An evil smile appeared on my lips, knowing at that moment Dan was being beaten to an inch of his life by a three-hundred-pound Mexican. I couldn't stop even if I tried. I wondered how many times the man had to be put on a ventilator before becoming a shell of his former self. Does that make me a wicked man? Possibly. Was it worth the price? Definitely. Did I care what happened to me when I die? Not so much, it was the here, and now that held my interest. When I'm dead, I'm dead, can't really do much then now can I? Unless, of course, my company or someone like my company invented a virus... not naming names, but you get the idea.

My eyes glanced over at the clock that sat on my desk while I was going over some financial reports, something that belonged to my grandfather who's father had passed down to him. Before he died, he always told me if my father hadn't ran in to save my mother's life, he would have gotten it, then I would have when my father reached that age where he had to pass on heirlooms before the mind took those memories away. Noting how it was four-forty in the afternoon, and Reda and the kids hadn't arrived yet with Stacy in tow. That was when I heard the front door opening.

"Jerry, baby, we're home!" My wife's voice called out to me as I heard the thundering of feet hammering on the steps as the kids raced up to their rooms.

"Jerry!" Stacy squeal before rushing up to me and hugging me tightly. "Thank you for being there; it really meant a lot to us," she said, into my chest. Looking down at my shirt when two wet spots appeared on it, then to Stacy's, whose face was growing beet red in embarrassment. "Jerry, I'm..."

"It's okay, natural from what I hear," I said, cutting her off. "It's just a shirt, not like it can't be washed." I tried; I really did try not to stare at the pink nipples that were showing through her wet bra and shirt. I couldn't help it after seeing the way she and those breasts of hers bounce when she's on top, and let's not forget the times I had them in my mouth. It was instinct, I tell you, as I felt myself hardening. This fact was not lost on either of them. I would have to say having two women stroking you off through your pants was awesome, if not for all the other things that came along with it.

"Jerry, does that mean tonight that you're going to give us this hard cock?" Reda purred lustfully. I think ever since we started this threesome marathon, Reda's libido had skyrocketed. When the kids weren't around, we would be going at it like two horny teenagers in the backseat of one of our parents' cars. Stacy, well, Stacy's pregnant; she's always horny. I knew from what I've read online she was going to hate the six weeks it would take for her to recover from the birthing process. I think she was saving up for those weeks when she wouldn't be able to do anything of that nature.

"Of course, who else am I going to give it to?" I retorted.

"Maranda, whom else?!" Stacy huffed with these rather cute puffy cheeks that had filled out slightly during her pregnancy.

"What about her?" I asked, looking over at her.

"You know she's been after you for years, so don't say you don't know what she's after," Stacy said, poking me in my chest. What can I say? Arguing with a pregnant woman is a blast!

"Not until a few months ago," I corrected Stacy. "If you recall, I was blissfully unaware of what you do on those days until that night. So spare me your outrage," I stated, brushing off Stacy's finger.

"But you aren't going to leave me for her, right?" Reda asked; I wondered where that came from. Sure Maranda might be nice to look at, even fuck, I don't know about that yet, I'll get back to you on that matter, but I had no clue what she's like behind closed doors.

"Why would you think that?" I asked, while silently in my head saying: "The devil you know is better than the devil you meet."

"It's just, we could have done what you wanted, Jerry," Reda said, pressing her body against mine, causing a surge of blood to race to my manhood.

"No, you could not," I corrected.

"What do you mean?" Reda asked, with a confused look on her face.

"This humiliation isn't just about them; this is about you two as well," I stated trying to keep my anger from my voice so my children wouldn't hear as I heard their laughter high above me. "You cause this catastrophe. Thinking I'd go along with everything you two did to me that night. Not once, not a single damn fucking time did you ask! No, you two took what you sought from me, and damn the consequences! Well, you know what, this is your punishment! You lied to me for ten damn fucking years! Good job! I never had a fucking clue you were stepping out on me. Well, it's high fucking time your chickens come home to roost," I growled low as I turned to return to my office so I could vent my anger before I really said something that would start the ball rolling on our divorce. "Don't like it; you know where the door is." My words trailed off as I forcibly shut the door behind me.

I hid out in my office to cool down for an hour until I heard the knock on the door. "Jerry." Reda's soft voice filtered through the door. "Please, can I come in?"

"Yeah." I noted how she had been crying as she came in.

"Honey, will we ever be okay?" Reda asked; it was a question I've asked myself a million times since this boondoggle.

"Honestly?" Her gaze lifted off the floor as the word left my lips. "I can't fucking tell you that. You think this kind of thing is normal for anyone?!" I inquired, my gaze burning into her waiting for her answer.

"I know, baby, I know, yet can't you see we're trying to make it right?"

"Making it right isn't going to repair the damage that's already been done to our marriage." I saw how that statement physically struck her as she was taken aback by it. "Only time can, and I can no more control time than the farts that come out of my ass."

"But we have been getting better, haven't we?" I heard the fear in her voice at the thought of being without me. My mind flashed back to one of the therapy sessions two months ago. Recounting how Reda was doubled over in her seat crying her heart out, begging me not to leave her. She said some things that gave me pause to my wife's mental state at the time, only to have the woman, something I insisted upon. At that moment, I couldn't trust her around other men who knew what else she had been doing behind my back. Only to have both fears relieved a few sessions later.

"Define better?" I asked, with a pointed look.

"We're talking," I noted how she took a step towards my desk, "you let me touch you," another step, "you hold me in the night when it's just the two of us like you always done," Reda stated her voice grew stronger the closer she got. "You let me cuddle up to you in that light spot I love," she said, blush flooded her cheeks. A memory of better, simpler times flared in my mind when we were only dating at the time and how she would cozy up to me on the couch and just relax against me. Those lips of hers nibbling on my neck as I held her close. "I'm not begrudging you of your anger; it's warranted. We took from you something that can never be given back. I get that, honey, I really do. But please, baby, finish this." Reda had this pleading look in her eyes, begging me not to become twisted in my anger. Something I'll admit I have felt happening more than I'd like to admit. She was right. This had to be finished, and soon; otherwise, I don't know how much longer I'd still be me. That's a terrifying thought, isn't it? "When it's done, come back to me as the man I know and love so much," Reda pleaded with me.

"So you did this all out of love?"

"Of course, baby!" Reda stated with a very vehement nod. "All I've ever done was out of love for our family. I know from your view of things that night; it doesn't appear to be the case. I've replayed that night over and over in my head so many times that I see it in my dreams!" I turned my chair towards her as she threw up her arms as she paced my office. "I know if it was me in that chair, watching you fuck some other woman, having to watch as your cum drips out of her, while another man raped me..." Arching an eyebrow as I watched my wife's body shudder at the thought, "it always amazes me you know," she spoke as she turned to look at me.

"About?"

"The way you can restrain your anger so much so that it doesn't cloud your thinking," Reda admitted. Her temper wasn't something she liked to recognize as a flaw. It would seem my wife was indeed growing. Color me impressed. "I know I've yelled, ranted, raved about all sorts of things over the years..." I watched how her eyes lit up when I held out my hand to her. Something she didn't waste time on filling. I watched the elation on her face when I brought her into my lap. Someone overcoming their flaws should be praised, not condemned in my view, anyway. "I know if I hear the words, I'll fill better, but only when you think you're ready. It took me a long time to find you, and I'm not letting you go even if you divorce me."

"Oh?"

"Nah-uh," Reda mused as she shook her head. "Not ever, you might divorce me, but here," I glanced down as she placed a hand over her heart, "here I'll always know you're my husband. No matter who you fuck, who you date, or who... you remarry too. You will still be mine," she said, in a sad whisper before getting a quick peck in thinking she might not get another chance. She started to rise only to have me bringing her back into my lap. We didn't say a word as I buried my head in her chest. What can I say? I've done my clearest thinking when my face was buried between those breasts of hers. After all, that is how I came up with the idea of an artificial kidney. The scientist were the mad geniuses that brought that idea to life. They deserve most of the credit.

"Reda?" I spoke after serval long moments of silence between the two of us.

"Hmm?" I heard that hum of hers as her fingertips stroked my hair.

"I don't know what will happen in the future. You have my word; this will never get back to the kids. That's all I can guarantee you at this moment. As for us, I don't want a divorce, but things need to change," I said, knowing some of it was on me as well. No matter how troubled, how rough the waters are, marriage is still a partnership. No relationship can last if one is doing all the change while the other stayed the same. You get the point. I felt her arms wrapping around me tighter when I said those words.

"It might take me forever to earn your trust again, but I will until my dying breath." I heard Reda uttering her vow. "There is no other in this world I want making love to me, growing old with me, crawling into bed with me. So whatever you do, please be quick; I fear you're losing yourself in this dark place you're in, and I don't know how to help you." My eyes darted up when I felt a tear landing on my hair. Leaning back in my chair, Reda curled her legs into my lap as she cuddled against me. Looking up when a knock came on my open office door.

"Jerry, Reda, if my being here is causing more harm than good, I can leave," Stacy stated, even though I knew she didn't mean a word of it.

"No," wiping her eyes, "no, you're not going anywhere," Reda said, I have mentioned she is a protective mother, and the twins... she's very protective of; it's quite terrifying, I might add. Then again, she is rather hot when she gets like that, or maybe I'm just as fucked up as she is. Who knows? My eyes glanced down and to the right when I felt her thumb brushing along my neck. I wondered if she gave me a hickey wouldn't be the first time. What was going to be said next died in our throats as the doorbell rang. I looked curiously at the two of them when I had no clue who could be at the door.

"My pizza!"

"Pizza?" I asked, rather confused. I had thought she had eaten at her parent's home.

"I got hungry, so sue me! I got you some too, you grumpy pants." Stacy called out to me as she ran down the hall.

"Come, I bet you're hungry; you didn't eat anything at the party," Reda said in this loving tone as she guided me out of my chair. I've noticed ever since we've started our sessions, Reda's been rather clingy. I think she fears if she lets go, I'd just disappear like a dream. Although I won't tell her this, trust me, I wouldn't hear the end of it if I did, but I hold onto her too. When I'm trying to hold onto the man I am and not let this rage turn me into something I'm not. It's no easy task, I assure you. I wonder if Bruce Banner always felt like this in the comics before he transformed into the Hulk. I noted the pizza boy eyeing Stacy's breasts as they bounced beneath her shirt. I knew she went braless when she was home due to how sore her bras made her nipples. Not something I myself was against when I could and have peered out the corner of my eye, watching them move beneath her shirt.

"Pay the boy, would you?" Stacy uttered with this smile on her lips like she knew where my eyes had once been. What can I say? She had nice breasts before she was pregnant; now, her once 32Cs were now 38C, something I couldn't believe that happened almost overnight. Granted, that wasn't what happened; still, it did feel like it when one day Stacy was riding me hard while Reda was out shopping and her breasts just flapping in my face. Again, this wasn't something I was complaining about. What man (or woman if you're into that) doesn't like having the woman who's fucking you, breasts in your face while she's doing it. Pulling out my wallet as I approached the door, feeling my wife at my back, I'm sure the teenage boy's mind was racing as to why there were two grown women living in my house, something I wasn't going to tell him as to why as I handed him forty dollars for the pizza. I thought a twenty-dollar tip was a good send-off, feeling Reda's hand slipping into mine as I shut the door. Like I said, she has been a little clingy as of late. Even chalked full of food from the party, it never ceases to amaze what the smell of fresh hot pizza will do to kids. I couldn't help it. I had a smile on my face at the sound of my children's footsteps racing to the table for their slice.