To the Grey residence

I head home immediately. A look in the mirror shows me the hickey Felix gave me and I panick even more. ('How should I explain this to Mary? I could tell her it was an accident with a vacuum cleaner. That would not be a total lie, right? Urg, who am I trying to fool here? No, I have to tell her the truth. Or must I really?')

*HONK* *HONK*

In horror I step on the brakes. ('Damn I barely passoed a red light! Fuck! Stop thinking about the consequences Andrew, just drive home and explain everything to your wife. It’s for the best to go with the truth. She loves you, she will forgive you. Hopefully.')

A few minutes later I park the car in the driveway and take another deep breath after I stopped the engine. Before I can open the door, the shadows of two persons fall on me through the sidescreen. As I look up, I see it's Laura and Tracy, both in their soccer outfits. The second one is enthusiasticly waving at me with a broad grin on her face. Her blue-and-black striped jersey stretches so tightly across her breasts that you’d think the fabric might tear at any moment. But that's not even the most erotic for me. Those tight fitting black shorts that barely cover their backsides are driving me absolutely crazy since months. I already feel my dick harden in my pants again.

"Hey Mr.G, nice to see you. Hope you had a nice day in the office." She bows down to me before I can leave the car and reaches into her cleavage and pretends to fan herself, giving me a quick glimpse of the tops of her tits. "It's so hot today, can you believe the coach scheduled an extra training session this evening? The weather man on channel 9 says a thunderstorm is coming, but can you believe that? Anyway it's a shame we have to go, I would have liked to spend more time with you. You always tell such funny stories." ('Do I? Damn girl pack your tits away or I'll bent you over the car and... Fuck, what am I thinking. I had hoped the encounter with Felix would dampen my sexual obsession a bit, but it seems it got only worse.')

"Hi Tracy, yeah that's really a shame." ('Because I can't oggle your tits any longer. Damn, stop it Andrew.') "Hi Laura, how was your day Sweety?"

"I told you to not call me Sweety, that's creepy Andrew." She throws me an utterly annoyed look. ('Teenagers, heh. When we are alone, she is much friendlier to me. Can't confess in front of her friends, that she likes her stepdad I pressume.') "Mom is waiting with the dinner for you. We really have to go now Tracy." She throws another annoyed look at her friend. "We would have left earlier, but for some unknown to me reason, someone wanted to wait for you to say Hi." ('Does Tracy really have a crush on me or is she only having fun in teasing an older man?')

"Ok, cu girls, till later." I finally leave the car and watch them as they ride off on their bikes. To be true I mostly look at their asses. ('Damn those sport shorts will be my death one day.') With a pounding heart and a raging boner, I turn to the house and enter.

"Hey Honey, I'm home." When I enter the living room, Mary is sitting on the couch, facetiming with someone on her phone.

"He just arrived this moment. Thanks for calling me Leyla, I'm sure he wouldn't have told me himself." She throws me a slightly annoyed look, before smiling at my colleague again. "Yeah, looking forward to tomorrow myself. CU there. Kisses." After she ended the call she looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "So, I heard you have to tell me something about what happened in the office today?"

"Pfft,.... I... you know, .... just ...." ('Oh fuck, why did Leyla call her? She surely told Mary everything. Everything about me and Felix I'm sure. She will divorce me. I fucked up everything for a blowjob. One of, if not the best blowjob in my life to be fair, but still not worth crashing my marriage. But wouldn't Mary be much more furious if she'd know the truth? Fuck, fuck, fuck, what shall I tell her?') "Nothing special Honey." ('Why did I say that? She'll never believe me, I can't even look in her eyes.')

"Nothing special 'Honey'?" She airquotes my pet name for her and by now at the latest I know she is angry. "Are you really sure? And what's that bruise on your neck?" ('Fuck, she really knows it. No reason to lie any more, better tell her the truth and beg for forgiveness.')

I sink to my knees and look at the ground, tears running down my cheeks. "I'm sorry Mary, I'm so sorry. I know Mike ('Her first husband and the father of Laura') has lied to you often and I sweared I would never do that. I promised to never cheat on you or lust after another woman. But today I failed you. I've failed you often in the last months in the term of longing after other women. I know that is no excuse, but I think it's because we never have sex anymore. I lived the most time of my life with porn as my only sexual relief and I thought it would be like this forever. If we hadn't met again, I'm sure I would own one of these life-like sexdolls by now. But you showed me how wonderful sex is and what I missed for so long. Our sex was the best sex I could ever imagine and I loved every second with you. But suddenly it stopped. From one day to the other and I still don't know why." I look up to her through my tears and I see she is very quiet, staring down at me in shock. "Anyway, as I said before, it's no excuse. I failed you, I failed you miserably, but please believe me, I love you." I sigh deeply, looking at the floor again. "As Leyla surely has told you, there was a little accident at work today. By coincidence I ran into our trainee, when I came out of Carolines office and we fell to the floor, me on top of him. I've never had such thoughts about him before." ('Ok, maybe this one time I saw him at the copying machine. And when I googled femboy and looked at some pictures. Or this one time when...Anyway, that's not the point now.') I can't muster the courage to look up at her again, so I simply continue. "He was so close to me, his face only inches from mine... We...we almost kissed, but Caroline came out of her office to look what happened and some other colleagues too. I don't know why, but she said something to the others about me and Felix fooling around in the restrooms and suddenly he grabbed my hand and draw me there. We talked a bit and then he kissed me, no we kissed. I returned the kiss, fully accepting it, even pulling him to me. I wanted it as much as Felix and then...I...he..." I can only stammer, I hope she tells me to stop but I hear not a single tone from her. "We fooled around and than... Than he sucked my dick. No that's not the truth either, I fucked his face. I hold his head in place and fucked him rough and forcefully until I shot all my cum down his throat." I sigh and take another break, still not able to look at her. "I was still rock hard after that and he offered me to fuck his ass. I didn't do it, but I think I would have done it, if Leyla hadn't followed us. She has seen everything as you presumably already know." Still not a single word from Mary. As I finally look up to her, my wife is no longer there. She simply left and a moment later I hear the car's engine start outside. When I look out of the window, I see her just exit our driveway. Perfectly matching my mood, it starts to rain outside.

I know I'm a weak man and so I do what a weak man does. I look at others to blame them for my own failures. ('All of this is clearly Leyla's fault. Couldn't she give me at least a few hours to explain everything to Mary before she rats on me?') Angrily I search my phone for her number and call her in rage.

"Atkins here." ('How can she answer so casually after what she has done to me?')

"You damned bitch! What have I ever done to you? Is this your fucking revenge for not giving you a live sexshow?" I'm outrageous. ('I will try to make her life as difficult as possible.')

"Andrew, is that you? What the hell are you talking about?" ('This bitch really plays innocent on me?') She even sounds as if she is really curious why I call her.

"Who else should it be bitch? Did you also blame any other guys for cheating today? Perhaps this is some weird hobby of you, ruining other people's lives. I bet you called Mary the moment the door closed behind me to tell her everything in full detail!" I'm screaming at the top of my lungs now and feel the tears rise again.

"Hey, hey, calm down Andrew. I don't know what Mary told you, but I haven't told her anything about your makeout session with the trainee." ('Who does she think she's kidding here? I know it was her.')

"I don't believe you a single word. Why have you called her if not to report me? I'm not dumb bitch." Full of anger I spit the words out.

"Listen, if you call me a bitch one more time, I call her again and this time I tell her everything. Maybe I'll even come up with something else. I could tell her you abused me. So do us both a favor and shut up for a moment, ok?"

I can't argue against this, she has me by my balls and she knows it. "Ok, fine."

"Ok, what?" Her voice took on a superior tone, and I would love to kill her for it.

"Ok, I'll shut up." I answer between clenched teeth.

"Good boy. So, hear me out. I just remembered the hickey Felix gave you and remembering how bad you are with lies, I just wanted to help you out." A short pause, but when I don't intervene, she continues. "I told Mary, that you and Felix ran into each other in accident..."

"Because that's exactly what happened." I interrupt her arrogantly.

She continues as if I hadn't said anything. "And by your fall, you hit a near desk with your neck slightly. I told her not to think bad about you and she should not have any silly ideas, like you having an affair or something like that."

"Fuck!" ('Why? Why am I so unlucky? Everything could have been fine.')

"What? She believed me, everything is fine." Leyla is openly confused by my reaction.

"Nothing is fine." I gulp heavily. "I thought you had told her everything already and it would be better to be true to her. Perhaps I could save something if I don’t lie and beg for her pardon. So I told her every fucking detail about Felix and me."

"Oh Andrew. You are such a dumb fuck." It sounds like she is equally disappointed and sorry for me.

After I told Leyla that Mary has wordlessly left the house after my confession, she sighed and wished me good luck before we ended our call. She has assured me several times that she doesn't hold a grudge over my emotional outburst. The rain outside got heavier during our conversation and I would have picked up Laura from training, but since Mary left with the car, I couldn't even do that. Depressed I sat on the couch, when my phone buzzez in my pocket. The screen shows me I got a message from Mary! Agitated I press on the blinking icon.

'I need time to think and will not return today, perhaps tomorrow. I´ll sleep over at a friend. We will talk another time, please don't call me. Take care of Laura while I'm away. Still love you.'

For a moment I shortly think about ignoring her wish and call her immediately, but for the better I decide against it. ('She still loves me, that's all that counts for now. I hope she can forgive me sometime.')

A sound at the front door snaps me out of my thoughts and moments later my heavily pissed stepdaughter enters the living room. She is soaked to the bones and gives me a very angry look. "Why didn't someone pick me up? There is a fucking storm out there and I'm sopping wet. I could have died out there." ('Well, isn't someone exaggerating a bit?')

"Sorry Sweety, your Mom had to take the car, otherwise I would have come for you." I stay up and watch her closely. Her jersey clings to her like a second skin, and her hard nipples are clearly visible. ('Don´t look Andrew. Don´t look. Fuck at least don´t stare so much. Be less obvious that you are oggling your own daughter. I have to distract her somehow.') "I might have an idea. You quickly hit the bath for a hot shower and in the meantime I cook your favorite meal, spaghetti carbonara. You slip into something cozy and we watch a movie together. Of course you may choose what we watch and than we cuddle on the couch. How does that sound?"

"What about Mom?" She knows her mom hates that dish.

"She will sleep at a friend. Girls night. It'sjust the two of us tonight." Somewhat clumsy I try to smile at her in a comforting way.

She wants to be angry, but I got the wind out of her sails with that and I know it. "Fine, but I want a huge portion with a lot parmesan and we look whatever I choose. No complaining from you." ('I have a bad feeling about this. I'm sure it will not be Star Wars.')

"Whatever you wish Sweety." It’s very difficult to not stare at her young, wellshaped body as we talk and I'm like hypnotized from her wiggling ass when she finally agrees and runs up the stairs.

I enter the kitchen with a small smile and hurry to get dinner ready before she finishes her shower. ('She didn't even complain about me calling her Sweety. That´s a nice alternation.') My smile widens as I take the eggs from the fridge and start to cook.

Twenty minutes later we sit on the coach, each of us with a big plate of spaghetti in front of us and the opening sequence of the film she has chosen runs on the screen. She made a secret of the title or the plot and I'm really curious what she has chosen. After her shower she came down with her blonde hair open and still wet and was clothed in just an old white shirt of mine. It goes down to her mid thighs and I think I saw some very small black panties shimmer through the fabric. I'm hard in an instant and do my best to hide my boner from her. While I put the first fork into my mouth, she shivers next to me under her blanket.

"What´s wrong Sweety?" ('Perhaps she catched a cold from the rain?')

"I'm still cold Andrew." She looks at me with puppy eyes and while I look at her, I totally miss the title of the film on the screen.

"Then you should have put on more than just this old shirt of mine." I tease her with a benevolent smile.

"But this shirt is just so comfy and it smells like easier times." Her pouty face makes me smile again. "By the way I was sure, someone said something about cuddling and holding me warm."

"I wonder who that have could been." Laughing I pat on my upper thighs. "Come here and lay down like when you were younger and I'll cover us with a warm blanket."

Her smile widens as she closes the distance between us and leans onto me. She rests her head in the crook of my arm and props herself up on my thigh with her elbow. "Are you comfortable?" She nods to me smiling and I put the blanket above us, while the film starts. "Isn't that this John Wick guy?"

"The actor's name is Keanu Reeves and if you believe it or not, he also played in a lot of other movies."

"Just couldn't think of his name. I know he did the Matrix movies among many other things."

"What's the Matrix movies?" I look at her in shock and when she bursts out laughing, I know she just made fun of me.

In the movie Keanu opens the door for two very young women and in this moment I remember the film. It's 'Knock Knock' and I know there are some very erotic scenes in it. "Do you really think that's an appropriate movie for us Sweety?" I ask with insecurity.

"Why? Because there is sex in it? Anyway, I said no complaining and you agreed." She throws me an furious look. "Or did you lie to me? I hate liars." Another angry glare at me and I lift my hands in defense.

"No, no, I'm not complaining, I just thought maybe it's not a suitable movie for a dad to watch with his teenage daughter." I really hoped this argument would help, but she just wipes it of the table with her next sentence.

"So we are lucky you are not my dad." Laura turns her head to me and throws me an playfully seductive smile. "Since I'm eighteen, we could fuck and nobody could say something against it."

I choke, and she smiles at my obvious discomfort. "Well, at least your mom could." I try to gloss over the situation with a little joke.

"As if I have the slightest interest in the opinion of my mom." Her hand lands on my chest and she gently strokes me. "One of the cleverest things she ever did was to marry you." I'm a little flustered by her compliment, even if it doesn't matter that much. One of the reasons we have such a good relationship, is that she and her mother argue about almost anything and from time to time I take Lauras side. Suddenly she turns back to the screen. "Ana de Armas is so hot, don't you think?"

"Yeah, she is an attractive woman." I agree with some reservation.

"Attractive? That's such an understatement, she is fucking hot. I would love to...nevermind." She bits on her lip, but when I don't say anything, Laura continues. "I bet you would have fucked them too in his place."

"I... I love your mother." One of the weakest arguments I have ever heard from myself.

"Tracy says I look like her. Do you think that too?" Laura says, completely ignoring my lame answer while she points at the screen. "Imagine, Tracy and me, naked, begging you to have a threesome with us. Could you say no to us?"

"That's really not an appropriate topic for a stepdad and his stepdaughter, don't you think?" My cock is rock hard and if she moves her arm just a bit, she will notice. ('Fuck, what shall I do? How can I change her mind to think about something else? We should stop the movie and look somewhat more innocent. ')

"And don't you think it is inappropriate to stare at my tits or my ass when you think I don't see it? How many times have you jerked off and thought about me Andrew? How many times have you imagined to fuck me instead of mom when you had sex?"

"That's... I mean... It's... Your mom... I..." I blush deeply from her confession that she has noticed my glares, not to mention her other questions.

Furious she interrupts my stammering. "For fucks sake Andrew, stop stammeling around. Would you fuck Tracy and me? That should not be so difficult to answer." She is so intimidating in that moment I can only tell her the truth.

"YES! HOLY FUCK YES! I would fuck your young bodies until you beg for mercy and than I would fuck you even more." ('Oh god what did I just say? I'm such a disgusting pervert. If Mary could ever forgive me what happened between Felix and me, she will surely never forgive me what I just shouted at her daughter.')