It was quiet in the house; Beatrice was at school, Rosie couldn't believe her little girl was sixteen now. Melissa, Bea's half, and now step-sister was also at school. People often remarked how much the two girls looked alike, but never in front of John; there were rumours around that he wasn't Melissa's father, which he'd obviously heard whispered behind his back, but he paid them no mind.
Steve had left her. She blamed herself; if she hadn't fooled around with Bobby, Steve would never have met Bobby's girlfriend Georgie. They'd hit it off immediately, and Georgie was besotted; Steve had freed her sexually and she wanted more. She started a campaign to win Steve for herself; randomly showing up as he finished work or went out for lunch. At first Steve thought she was just being friendly, but she had been waiting for the right time to pounce.
It happened two years previously; Rosie and Steve had an argument in the morning, after Rosie came home late after going to John & Sheila's house. They often went out with them on a weekend, swapping partners on occasion, but they'd laid down ground rules where there should be at least three of them present. Steve was late at work when Rosie rang, saying she was going over to see Sheila. Sheila rang him shortly after to ask if they'd go over to keep John company, as she was out with a friend. Alarm bells rang for Steve; he arrived home to find the girls watching TV at his house and a note on the table from Rosie, saying she was over at John and Sheila's, his dinner was in the microwave.
They barely spoke all night, and argued in the morning. It was that afternoon when Georgie's plan came to fruition. Shortly after she'd split up with Bobby, her head was filled with ways she could get closer to Steve. No other man had made her feel the way she'd felt that night and she needed him to make her feel whole. She had planned to get him alone and seduce him, but every time she got him on his own, talk turned to either Rosie or Beatrice, no matter how she steered the conversation. She was patient, and bided her time, waiting for a sign.
Today, she felt things were different. Georgie bumped into Steve at lunchtime and they headed to a nearby park for lunch. Sat on a bench, Steve told her about his fight with Rosie; Georgie, seizing the opportunity, put her hand on Steve's leg and squeezed, consoling him. He placed his hand on hers, thinking at first that he was going to remove it, he turned his head to look at her and saw pure, unbridled lust. They moved together, their lips touching lightly at first, then crushing against each other as their passion overtook their sensibility.
They parted, Steve apologised profusely as Georgie took his hand and placed it on her chest. He could feel her heart racing, her breathing, quick and shallow, her pert breasts rising with each breath. "I can't do this." He said. Georgie's piercing blue eye's never left his as she moved his hand lower, resting it on her flat stomach for a moment, then placing it on her thigh. She moved closer to him, his hand brushed up her smooth skin and his fingers touched the edge of her panties under her skirt.
She kissed him again, his fingers, seemingly with a mind of their own, traced the outline of her pants, then felt her puffy lips through the fabric. She shivered as he caressed her labia through the thin material, their tongues dancing, his mind full of thoughts of their last coupling as her hand stole to his crotch and squeezed his hardness through his trousers.
He could take no more. He broke the kiss and sat back, breathless. She knew she'd broken through, but needed to let this play out. "Georgie, we can't do this. We..."
"You know Rosie is having an affair with that man, don't you?" She said quietly.
"But..." He started.
"But what?" She interrupted. "But you love her?" Steve hung his head, unsure of how to continue.
"She changed the rules Steve. She's carrying on with him, without your permission. This isn't the swinging threesome and foursome game you started. It's just those two now." There were tears forming in the corner of his eyes, he didn't know how she knew all this; he didn't know she'd been obsessed with him since they met, that she'd been stalking him and following Rosie when she left the house alone. Obviously, he'd told Georgie about their arrangement with John and Sheila, and about Sheila's extra-curricular activities, which had since blossomed into full blown affairs where she'd stay away for weeks with her lovers.
John loved being a cuckold at first, but it was starting to wear thin and he was feeling neglected. Rosie would go over to comfort him, often telling Steve that Sheila was there with them. Sheila would cover for Rosie, knowing that Steve was busy at work and unable to check, too wrapped up in her own cavorting to worry that her husband had grown tired of playing second fiddle to her studs.
Steve had guessed some of this, but he was shocked about how much Georgie actually knew. "I couldn't stop thinking about you after that night." She said. "The way you made love to me while your wife was screaming for Bobby to fuck her. You could have lost control and fucked me harder, but you just knew which buttons to push to get me off first. When I came, it was only you I could think of; no one has done that to me before or since. There have been a few other men, but I compared them all to you and they just didn't feel right."
He looked at her, she held his hand and squeezed it. "Steve, you know you're losing her, and there's nothing you can do about that. She's chosen her path and it leads away from you." He knew he and Rosie had been growing apart; he'd been working later and coming home to find his daughter and Melissa watching TV while Rosie was over at Sheila and John's. Rosie seemed preoccupied when she returned home; going straight to bed and unwilling to share her stories of what she'd just done like she used to.
Georgie kissed his cheek. Steve's shoulders dropped and he slumped forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He didn't know how he'd missed it all and he felt lost and stupid. Georgie pulled him close, lifted his chin gently and kissed his lips. He responded; placing his hands on her bum and lifting her onto his lap. "Not here!" She whispered urgently into his ear as his hand found its way under the elastic of her pants. "Tell her you're working late tonight, then meet me here." She pressed a scrap of paper into his breast pocket, stood up, kissed him lightly on the lips and left.
Back at work, he couldn't think straight; his mind flitting between Georgie, Rosie and John, his daughter and Sheila. He took the piece of paper from his pocket, Georgie's address was written neatly in the centre, followed by a kiss. The paper looked as though it had been in her pocket for a while, like she'd been waiting for the right moment to approach him. She'd timed it just right, and what she'd told him had hit home hard.
He remembered the argument from this morning; Rosie screaming at him that he didn't control her, that she could do whatever she wanted with whomever she pleased. That was the choice he'd made when he let John fuck her the first time. Then she hit out with perhaps the cruelest blow of all; that Beatrice wasn't his daughter. She'd told Steve a while ago that John had had a vasectomy and both Bea and Mel were his, but she'd lied. Unbeknownst to Steve, John, at Rosie's insistence, had a paternity test proving that both girls were his. Steve couldn't believe it, but Rosie stormed upstairs and came back down moments later with a document. She thrust it in Steve's face, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't want you to find out like this." She sobbed. Steve scanned the document, screwed it up and threw it at her before turning and leaving the house.
His head was in his hands. Georgie's address, laid flat on the desk before him, seemed to glow. He knew what he had to do. He picked up the phone and dialled his home number, it rang out. He tried again and it was picked up on the fourth ring, Bea answered, "Hello?"
"Hi honey, it's dad."
"Dad?" She sounded worried, "Are you okay? I heard you two this morning. Is everything alright?"
