I feel the pain travel through every sinew of my body as I witness my Father kissing her goodbye. He never kisses my Mother that way, no lust or linger does she receive, oh no. A perfunctory peck on the cheek is about the best she gets.
He literally skips down the front path and towards his car, luckily I am quite well obscured from his view and on the brow of a steep hill. I quickly release the handbrake and roll off down the slope, unheard, unseen. The self congratulation of my stealth is swept away by fast rolling tears.
I knew he was up to something, I had that gut instinct. There were the sudden last minute meetings, the conveniently timed conferences that required an overnight stay. Most of all though, he started to take care of his appearance, something which had never bothered him overly before – he even started wearing aftershave !
That was the final piece of the jigsaw for me.
I decided not to concern my Mother with my theory, she had enough to worry about and if I was wrong then I’d all but ruin our close relationship, and no way did I want to do that. I had a hunch that I wasn’t mistaken though, just have to be patient and I’d catch him out.
It didn’t take too long, the following week my Father announced that he had (another) meeting with somebody who might be able to provide him with lucrative new business leads and wouldn’t be back until late evening. I didn’t show a flicker of emotion, just carried on eating my cereal nonchalantly. For once my Mother did have something to say.
“Gerald, you might as well be married to your work, instead of me.”
“Well one of us has to keep a roof over our heads, Patsy. Just because you’re happy with a job that wouldn’t pay for the bread on that table, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to make a better life for us.”
He was gone, up from the table and out of the door before she had chance to get her reply in.
I made as if I was going to work as usual, but once I got to the corner and turned left I pulled the car up and made a call to my manager and faked a bout of sickness, my performance should have been Oscar nominated.
The details are superfluous, to cut a long story short I waited outside my Father’s place of work and managed to follow where he was going, trailing a good distance behind so as not to be seen. We ended up ten minutes later on the outskirts of the countryside on a very opulent development. I waited and waited, feeling like a cop on a stakeout, sadly without the junk food.
My patience was eventually rewarded, and this of course is where the story began.
After the awful truth had been digested I had to decide what I was going to do. I turned it over and over in my brain as I lay in bed that night. Did I tell my Mother? It would destroy her. How about I confront my Father? He would probably just deny it, and in my shock I didn’t get any pictures to incriminate him. I perhaps could confront whoever he had visited earlier, get her to finish whatever relationship they had.
My thoughts were crudely interrupted by the unmistakeable sound of lovemaking. Sudden muffled sighs and groans rising from the next room. The creak of the ageing bed growing louder as it struggled to contain the activity it staged. I couldn’t believe the gall of my Father, only hours earlier he had been in another woman’s house and presumably her bed. By the sounds coming out of my parents room he clearly had a second wind. The sex was mercifully short. Nobody enjoys hearing their parents in the act do they?
Breakfast was a strange experience. I watched in disbelief as my parents acted all perky and loved up, obviously the sex had been a tonic for them. If only my Mother knew that she wasn’t the first person he had screwed that day. I kept a lid on things, glowering with rage inside.
“Now do you have any meetings today, Gerald? Or shall I have your dinner ready for the usual time?”
“No Patsy, not today. If anything does crop up I’ll let you know.” I imagine that means she might be calling him today, or she might not. Little does that woman know she will be getting an unexpected visit from his Daughter.
I call in to work again, yet another convincing acting master-class from yours truly.
I waste an hour or so window shopping, hoping that nobody else from the office is on holiday today and spots me. Eventually I muster the courage to make the short drive to the address where I tailed my Father to. I give myself a little pep-talk and walk towards the front door, heart beating ten to the dozen, legs barely able to hold me upright.
I press the bell with a feeling of trepidation, not even sure of what I am going to say to the person who answers. After what seems like an eternity, I hear footsteps and see the outline of a lady approaching the door. Oh well there’s no going back now.
The door creaks open and I’m taken aback by the person facing me. She is absolutely breathtaking; a mane of long red hair not unlike my own frames a pale, but beautiful face. Her eyes are her outstanding feature, a wonderful pale green colour, large and piercing. I am momentarily lost for words.
“Yes, can I help you?”
Her words snap me back to cold reality.
“Yeah you probably can. It’s just the small matter of you fucking my Dad. I guess you can help me with that.”
“Excuse me, who the hell do you think you are?”
“I’m Bella, Bella Connell. I believe you know my Father, Gerald. In fact I believe you know him a little bit too well, especially his cock.” Well done Bella, nothing like the subtle approach.
Her sophisticated aura seems to vanish as my voice gets shrill, this is the sort of area you don’t want the curtains twitching.
“Not on the doorstep, you stupid girl, I don’t want the neighbours gossiping. Come inside.”
She ushers me inside her opulent home, a far cry from what I’m used to, this is a sophisticated residence. I don’t get much time to soak up the grandeur before she is upon me, right in my face shouting at me.
you stand on my doorstep and accuse me of anything you little tart. I know who you are, Gerald has told me all about you and your reputation. He’s ashamed of you, did you know that?”
“Oh so you don’t deny that you’re seeing him, fucking him?”
Her face is flushed with rage, I swear she is shaking.
“No I don’t deny it, not at all. We have a mutually beneficial arrangement. I enjoy him, and he gets the sex he so obviously isn’t getting at home.”
That does it for me, the red mist descends and I fly at her. The fury burns deep and I want to make her pay. Unfortunately, I didn’t consider how strong she might be and she fends me off with ease, her strength much greater than mine. She gives me a nudge away and I’m caught off balance and lose my footing, crashing to the solid oak floor, my head literally bouncing off it.
I’m temporarily dazed and winded, not to mention extremely foolish. I feel the trickle of blood from my temple. She has cut me.
I squint up at her as she stands over me, looking supremely pleased with herself.
She takes my insult without the bat of an eyelid.
“You bitch, Suzannah. I think that is what you meant to say.”
The blood is flowing quite heavily now and I put my hand over the wound to help stem the flow.
“Can’t you get me a towel or a cloth or something? You wouldn’t want me bleeding all over your expensive floor now would you?”
“Indeed I would not. Blood is absolute chore to remove.”
She is good enough to help me to my fee, a wry grin on her face as she leads me to her enormous lounge.
Half an hour later and I have calmed down sufficiently. Suzannah is talking to me as she tends to my wound.
“After your actions young lady I think you’re very lucky that I am kind hearted enough to patch you up.”
I feel a little bit ashamed of my actions, flying in without thought. Suzannah explained that my Father knows her husband. They had met at a party and all got on tremendously. Over the past few weeks she had grown closer to him, but she had felt incredibly guilty and tried to end their affair. Temporarily they had called a halt, but my Father had talked her around and pleaded with Suzannah to rekindle their relationship.
“So you see, Bella it isn’t all me trapping Gerald. He persuaded, no begged me to restart things.”
I look at her as she gently dabs at my cut. I would say she is around late thirties, but in great shape. Her face shows a few shallow wrinkles, but not too many. Her eyes and smile are both warm, and she has that amazing mane of red hair which is silky and in great condition. I can’t help but thinking she is an older version of myself.
Her touch is soft and I’m secretly enjoying it, not wanting her to stop. I can feel my nipples stiffen as she rubs in a little antisceptic cream. It feels so nice having her skilled fingers on me and I can’t contain a little sigh.
She stops in her tracks, smiling at me and looking me straight in the eyes.
“You dirty little bitch, you’re getting turned on by this aren’t you?”
I try to deny it vehemently but to no avail.
She quickly wipes her hands, her eyes not leaving mine.
“These kind of give it away.”
Before I have time to think her hands reach out and brush against my nipples which are clearly visible through my thin top. I adore the rush of pleasure which runs through me as her touch thrills me. I gasp audibly.
“Yeah, you’re definitely turned on. I knew it. Your Dad suspects that you swing both ways, did you know that?” I didn’t know that.
“He doesn’t know I do either. What a shock he’d get if he walked in now on his two favourite redheads.”
Without pause she leans forward and kisses me flush on my painted lips. A long satisfying kiss which seems endless. Her fingers now pinching my nipples, tweaking them urgently. I feel them stiffen under her touch as her mouth is locked onto mine and her tongue probing, searching out mine.
She breaks our kiss only to wrestle my top off, and deftly removes my bra. I stare at her in awe as she surveys my breasts.
“Oh, Bella, your breasts are gorgeous. Those nipples, wow.”
She goes to work on me, a combination of hands and tongue on my nipples. She sucks my left nipple into her mouth then rolls it as she takes care of my other nipple with her hand, twisting and cajoling it, manipulating the breast. I am in absolute ecstacy under her touch. I run my hands through her shimmering hair, pleading with her not to stop.
I can feel my pussy is becoming a saturated mess, my juices plastered onto my little panties. I am alive, simply adrenalized by her attention.
She stops, I frown.
“You want me to carry on? You like this, Bella?”
“Don’t stop, please. I beg you. I love it.”
She trails kisses all over my breasts and then descends down over my stomach, her head now in my crotch, she will feel the heat of my pussy without doubt.
I nod vigorously.
Her hands soon work my skirt off quickly, followed by my soaking panties which are dispatched to the floor. I’m left wearing just my little deck shoes.
I feel her eyes all over me, especially focusing on my unkempt pubic hair.
“Mmm, a natural redhead. Just like me.”
“Suzannah, please lick me, I need you right this second.”
Her strong hands wrench my legs wide apart and tiny kisses plaster my inner thighs. I groan as her tongue nuzzles against my lips. I suddenly feel her licking the hood of my clitoris, before finding my bud and teasing it with her tongue tip.
I go wild, driven by lust. Her tongue work is precise, working my little bud, circling it slowly, then adding pressure and speed. I can feel that my juices are flowing freely. Her tongue is then joined by her slender fingers, two of them parting my labia and bending, slowly getting deep inside me.
I do hope that she has good sound proofing as I am hollering the walls down. Her tongue and fingers are driving me insane. I spread my legs wider and grasp her hair in my hands, pushing her deeper into me. I grind my pelvis and push my sex against her.
“Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. I love your tongue on my clit. Love your fingers in me.”
My words spur Suzannah on, her tongue curls and jabs against my clit as she gets a third finger inside my throbbing pussy. I feel absolutely electric, my body a swarm of sexual pleasure.
Her tongue stiffens and darts across my clit and those fingers bend inside me, massaging my front wall, probing deeper and deeper. I feel the rush of orgasm approach and my gasps of pleasure become heavy grunts of sheer delirium.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, gonna come. Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”
My fingers grip her hair tight as a colossal climax erupts within me, her fingers work inside me hard and fast, sharp long thrusts deep inside me before pulling them out abruptly. I feel my pussy contract and I squirt for what seems like an eternity. I am breathless and spent as Suzannah collapses on top of me, kissing me deeply.
We take a few minutes to digest what we have just done. An hour earlier I wanted this woman to feel my wrath. Instead she gives me the best orgasm I’ve had in a very long time.
After a few minutes slumber, Suzannah gets to her feet and holds out her hands, pulling me to my feet as well.
“Time for you to repay the favour now, Bella. Only take those silly deck shoes off, you look ridiculous.”
She leads me ( now minus deck shoes ) up the grand staircase and into the cavernous master bedroom.
“Make yourself comfortable, Bella. I’ll just freshen up. Press play on the remote control. You might like what I was watching earlier when you rang the bell. Oh and if you start bleeding again, try not to bleed on the bed or the carpet, they both cost a fortune.”
Her voice trails off as she closes the door of the en-suite bathroom.
I search for the remote and find it on the bedside table, aiming it at the gigantic television mounted upon the opposite wall.
Immediately I wish I hadn’t. The scene is set in this very room, and involves a very well endowed man and a very loud woman in the midst of an energetic and intense reverse cowgirl style fuck. I obviously recognise Suzannah but the man’s face is obscured by her body. Then she moves a little and I recognise a face which is only too familiar to me...
To be continued.
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