Moving on

"No, I don't think you should. You realize he gave you his first time? It should probably be more normal," I replied. She actually looked a little disappointed (is it bad to say I was a little proud she apparently liked him enough to fuck him again?). "Maybe later," I put in to mollify her.

"Okay. Well, when he's ready, let me know. He's pretty good," she replied, then she and Brandon wandered off to their van, Brandon studying her ass with interest. Thomas asked if he could go over to the Liggett's house instead of coming home, but I told him we were needed at home, wiping the episode from his history. He shrugged and let it slide, now that he wasn't nearly as interested as before, and we headed home.

What a fuck-up.

For the remainder of the season I usually saw Natalie at the games on Saturdays. She liked to arrive and immediately ask one guy and one girl to fuck her right away (I hadn't explicitly let her set up groups, but apparently as long as she asked them both fucking each other counted as part of fucking her); she was getting it on with a lot of people at the games, male and female, so I assume she was having lots of sex on her own time too. We would generally have a fuck or two at some point during the games.

Work was going great; the agency was booming thanks to my seemingly inexhaustible ability to bring in clients, and everybody there thought I was great. The fact that I was barely doing any work, mostly helping out Sharon, followed by fucking her all over the office (I especially liked the time we fucked on the boardroom table while a contact negotiation went on, with each side talking to the other around our joined bodies). Our out of town trips were fun too, but she was becoming a bit insistent about marriage.

Beth's marriage fell apart shortly after the soccer incident. She and Mike got into such a screaming row; the police were nearly called by her next door neighbors (ironic since they never did so when I made Beth scream that loudly as she came) and it reached across to my house too. Apparently he was upset that paying for Melissa's tuition was going to require cutting off his golf club membership for a few months. Many bad things were said, along the lines of how he made so much more than her as a doctor, and she was just a nurse (she did work full time, just on the 1-9 shift, hence why she was often home and available to fuck in the mornings). Some lines about how he could make sure she never worked in this town again were thrown out, some comments about how she never wanted to fuck him (she loved sex , but preferred that it with me, not Mike) and she owed him for her lifestyle (the topic had veered wildly off where it began by that point, and the both of them seemed to have forgotten that they had let me and Charlie in when we had shown up worried at their door). Honestly I think it would have devolved into a full on domestic if I hadn't made him leave. After that, Mike moved out rapidly and thanks to Power the divorce went through quickly and in Beth's favor; I made sure she kept the house and he was stuck with huge alimony payments, although after hearing about some of the things he did I barely had to influence the judge. Within a week, Beth and Melissa (who was not at all upset about her parents divorce) were living by themselves and had expunged all signs of Mike from the house. For a little afterward, I found my self called on a lot, both to help out a bit with life things using Power (I had volunteered to help and was taken up on it) and because an upset Beth is apparently a super horny Beth.

Marriage chaos might be going on in two of my relationships, but my actual marriage was better than ever. Since that one worrying conversation, things had actually improved as Charlie basically accepted that I didn't want sex with her anymore and this actually seemed to improve our marriage. Trouble was looming on the horizon, though, as the weekend when Ashley's parents were leaving town arrived. Ashley's father was going to an annual sales conference or trade show or whatever (ok fine, I didn't pay much attention, so I was never clear on the details). I didn't have any idea what Ashley dad's did for a living; I was too wrapped up in my own concerns. The Benedicts left town Thursday afternoon and would be gone through Monday, so Ashley came to my home after school on Thursday with Sarah. She and Sarah were in her room supposedly doing their homework when I got in Thursday (actually on their phones all night); they even took dinner in Sarah's room, so I never even saw them that day.

Friday when I got home, They were going to a football game followed by a dance at the school, so they were heading out after dinner, so this was the first time since she had met Tom O'Malley that I was around her, and I know I didn't have to worry, but I was sweating bullets and unsure how to interact with her. Of course, to her I was just Sarah's dad, and old guy she had maybe said 5 words to in her life (and who was being strangely awkward around her). I was looking to get thorough the dinner so they would go and I could put off dealing with the issue till later, but Ashley wasn't too enthused about going to the dance, and spent dinner trying to get out of it.

"C'mon, Ashley, I need you there," wheedled Sarah. "I don't like any of the guys there. I won't have fun," Ashley countered, picking at her food. "Ashley's got a secret lover," Sarah teased, making Ashley blush (I coughed a bit awkwardly, but no on noticed). "Everybody at school's wondering who it is," Sarah went on, enjoying Ashley's embarrassment. "Marissa saw them together; she said he's really cute. I want pictures," Sarah added, needling Ashley more; she had gotten even redder, startin ng at her plate.

I couldn't take it and decided to try to rescue her. "So why do you need Ashley at the dance?" I asked, and Ashley took the opportunity to go on the attack. "She wants me to help her with Jason, because I know him better than she does," she replied, now trying to embarrass Sarah in return in front of her parents. "Who's Jason?" Charlie asked. "Jason Liggett, Brandon's brother," Thomas threw in. "Sarah met him at one of our games, and she's been all hot ever since," he added, pilling on her. "Thomas, don't talk like that about your sister," Charlie put in, waving her fork at him in admonishment. So Sarah was interested in Jason Liggett, who was spending his nights fucking his sister Natalie along with the rest of his family (and anyone else Natalie may have asked to come along). I wasn't sure if I was happy about the prospect of my daughter being involved with somebody as sexually experienced as Jason was no doubt rapidly becoming (yes it was my fault, and yes you can call me a hypocrite for my attitude towards my kids). But, if he was getting his rocks off with Natalie, maybe he would be safe to be around Sarah (and I was sure Natalie wouldn't ask Sarah to join in no matter how much Jason wanted her to without checking with me first after the Thomas thing). There were pros and cons to the whole situation, I would just have to watch it closely.

"I could get Brandon set to you up with Jason if you want," Thomas proposed. "If you can mike it worth my while."

"You say a word to Brandon and I'll kill you," Sarah hissed. This continued for a while, but eventually the conversation returned to the dance, Ashley finally giving in and agreeing to accompany Sarah after all (though not looking particularly happy about it). They would be out till midnight, and Charlie headed to bed early. I had to admit that just being around Ashley, even in such an innocent interaction and with her treating me as random parent and not really talking to me much had still gotten me a bit interested (there may have been a little indiscreet staring that I had made everyone ignore. I considered putting in a surprise appearance at the dance, just to give all Ashley's friends and eyeful of Tom O'Malley, but walking into the social nest of vipers that was a high school (let alone a high school dance) was not a great idea.

So, with the wife in bed and the kids all at the game and then the dance (Thomas didn't have a girlfriend but was looking, so he would still go, though he might be back earlier than the girls); Beth was on shift so that was out too. I decided to pull up something on Netfucks because I was felling too lazy to go out tonight, picking at random, and landed on a casting couch style film. The guy was a 'porno movie producer' who was casting his next 'great film', and a succession of beautiful young women came into his office to audition by fucking his brains out. Boiler plate stuff, but the girls were nice looking. After about ten minutes of this, as the second applicant was auditioning by showing off her grasp of the doggie position, I began to realize that this was kinda a dud with me, given what I could get up to in reality (even in the office, my taste in porno had run to more interesting things; since my alternative to jerking off was having Sharon anywhere and any way I wanted to in the office, there had to be more to it for me to not just do that).

I decided to move the movie into my living room and make myself the star. Suddenly, in a direct continuation of where the scene had been, I was naked and one of the actresses was sucking my cock as the other licked her pussy. I didn't want this to be an actual porn shoot, so I made things 'real': the women were actresses actually trying out for a part in a porn movie, instead of being actresses in a porn movie playing actresses trying out for a porn movie. The one sucking my cock was a young latina, about nineteen, with fairly large but natural breasts on a curvy frame; her most notable feature was her wide hips. The other was an overdone blonde with absurd fake tits; normally I wouldn't have touched anyone that artificial looking as I found it a huge turnoff. Neither one was doing a great job, more concerned with how they looked than doing a good job on me (which I supposed made scene given the background).

"Suck it like you mean it," told the latina, pushing her into me a bit. "Fuck, man, I can't do this straight. You told me you'd have some stuff for me," she replied pulling off me. Apparently the plot I hadn't been paying attenuation to included the producer getting them high. I'm not into ****, but these were clones and this was just me getting off, so I just had Power get them properly high to move things along. She got a weird look on her face, then dived back onto me and she began sucking like her life depended on it. The blonde started really digging into the latina's cunt; they were like completely different women while high. I stroked into her mouth, but she pulled off and pushed me away. "Take it easy, I don't like it like that," she said, a bit slurred.

I was getting a bit annoyed here, this was just not working out, so I decided to just change it up, having her do anything I said. "Turn around, bitch," I told her. "This role is going to have an anal scene, so let's see how you buttfuck." She objected that she didn't do anal, but she turned around all the same. "Shut up, you stupid cunt," I said, a little surprised at my own words. Since they were clones, my usual restraints were off, though I wasn't sure why I was angry. "I don't like this," she whined, nut reached back to line me up with her rear hole. "On your back and spread your legs, bimbo. She's gonna eat your cunt while I'm fucking her," I told the other pornstar. "I don't like this," the latina said again, but she started liking the blonde, running her ass along my dick.

"I don't care," I said as I positioned my cock at her butthole, then drove forward into her. I was angry but still not sure why. "Goddamn, that hurts!" she cried as I slid in, stooping her licking of the blonde. She was just lubricated enough to let me move, but not enough to be comfortable; Power seemed to have picked up on my mood. I slammed into her again, getting another pained grunt from her. She whined as I worked my cock in and out of her tight butt, slamming her harder and harder with each stroke, as the blonde one grabbed her head and buried her face in her cunt. I drove the latina's face into the blonde's cunt as I pounded her ass like a piston. I came, filling her ass full of my sperm; I was vaguely aware that the blonde was coming too.

I got off her, and made them disappear. I was embarrassed by how I had treated them, even if they were fake. I thought about why I was angry, and surprisingly it came back to Charlie. Before our talk, she usually turned down my sexual overtures, but she was polite and even apologetic about it. But after just that one talk, she had stopped even worrying about it; I didn't want her physically and she didn't even care, was even happy about it. I had thought I was fine with that, that our relationship was even being helped by removing that aspect of it, but deep down I was really actually angry that she didn't want me. Even though things were perfect elsewhere in our lives and she had never really liked it, I was upset. I needed to sort out my feelings.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil