It takes a while, but there's sex in here.
This story also has some dark parts. If you're looking for 100% feel good stuff, this won't hit that spot.
In my story universe, the laws and punishment are completely correct. if you're a lawyer or just asomeone who knows the law in the real world, suspend your disbelief.
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"I do," my husband Steven said, as he handed off his daughter to her soon-to-be husband.
His line was supposed to be, "Her mother and I do," but he wouldn't deign to acknowledge me on such a special occasion. I'm now just his trophy wife, his arm candy—as I've been for the last nineteen years.
I'm fairly certain, now that he has our nineteen-year-old daughter married off, I'm no longer needed on his arm. One of his younger lovers will take my place at his side, I'm sure. That's how I got there all those years ago.
Oh, I believed all of the crap he spewed then. His wife was cheating on him, she wouldn't give him children, they hadn't had sex in months, he was leaving her—the usual crap a distinguished older man tells a naive, barely eighteen-year-old girl when he's trying to bed her.
He was handsome, rich and he hooked me like a trout.
He had just been named President of one of his father's companies and I was working at the Starbucks next door to his new office. He had my virginity within a month of meeting me. The only problem for him was that he got me pregnant shortly after.
That was when he decided to finally divorce his wife. It turned out some of what he told me was true. She didn't want kids. The divorce was messy and she walked away very rich.
She had lost him in a game she didn't know she was playing until he told her that I was having his child and he was divorcing her. It embarrassed me how he handled it, but I wanted him and I needed him to take care of the growing child in my womb. I'd thought that I had won some great prize, and for a while, it felt like I had.
He made me quit working immediately and he moved me into his huge estate home. He doted on me and took great care to ensure I was well cared for and comfortable. We were married the day after his divorce became final when I was seven months pregnant.
My parents hated him, but put up with him for the sakes of their grandchild and myself. My new husband spent a lot of money trying to buy my parents' affection, but they saw through all of the gifts, trips, and cars he bought for them. They were smarter than I was, I didn't see him for the man he really was until it was too late. He wouldn't even pay for decent headstones after they passed away several years apart.
He was a conniving and ruthless man whose only concerns were himself, his daughter, and his business. He, of course, wanted a boy but ultimately that was the one thing I refused to give him. It became much worse after his parents were both gone. He didn't feel like he answered to anyone any longer.
I had gotten on birth control after Ava's birth and over the years had to bribe a few doctors to keep that secret from him. He would never put up with me, knowing that I was keeping him from having more children so he couldn't have a son, but once I saw through his facade I knew I could never have a son who grew to be a newer version of him. The problem with that plan was our daughter ended up a female version of him.
I believed that he stayed married to me because of the negative fallout from his getting me pregnant before divorcing his wife. I don't think he wanted his businesses to have more fallout from me and so he kept me around.
It didn't take long for me to find out how he really was, but he never abused me and he took good care of us, so I lived the lie and pretended to love him. He never noticed I didn't.
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On our daughter's wedding day, my husband beamed as he sat beside me in the Cathedral's pew. Who knows how large of a check he had to write to have Ava marry there. We weren't parishioners at any church, let alone that large one.
"She's so beautiful," he whispered after he gave our daughter away. I nodded and our interaction ended as quickly as it usually did.
Ava was beautiful. She was always the apple of his eye and he spared no expense spoiling her rotten. That's a funny expression, to say someone was spoiled rotten, but she was and her wedding proved it to be accurate.
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I was having my third glass of wine, sitting at my table, tired of being congratulated, when he walked over to me.
"May I have this dance?" Jackson Foster asked.
I nearly melted. My new son-in-law's baritone voice was like aural sex.
"Um...Of course, Jackson," I said stammering like an idiot.
He took my hand and I felt a shock of electricity.
"Ooh, sorry about that shock," he said. "I must've dragged my feet or something."
I almost laughed at the absurdity of thinking that it was anything but static electricity.
Being in his arms on the dance floor was almost too much for me to handle. Looking up into his deep brown eyes, I couldn't concentrate on anything but him at that moment.
"The hall looks great, doesn't it?" He asked.
"Yes, the planner has outdone herself," I said.
'She better have,' I thought, for all of the money she cost.
"I'm glad you came around," he said as he spun me around the floor.
Confused, I asked, "What do you mean?"
"I had the impression that you didn't approve of me marrying your daughter, well with the age difference."
"That would kind of make me a hypocrite, wouldn't it? I mean, Steven
is
a dozen years older than I am."
"I suppose," he said with a bright smile. "It just seemed like you didn't approve of a thirty-three-year-old man with her."
I laughed and said, "No, you're a great guy. As a parent we all want our children to be happy and you certainly make my daughter happy."
Of course, I knew exactly how happy, from hearing her orgasmic screams when we all stayed at our lake home a month prior. I was so turned on by their noise, I almost woke Steven to see if he would give me a mercy fuck. I settled for quietly pleasuring myself.
The song ended and he hugged me warmly.
"Thank you for the dance,
Son
," I said.
Laughing he said, "Am I even six years younger than you? Forgive me if I don't call you Mom, Alyssa."
I laughed and could swear I saw his eyes sparkle.
"I'd better go and find my bride, excuse me," he said. He kissed my cheek and walked off.
I touched my cheek where he kissed me and I sighed like a schoolgirl with a crush. 'What a man!' I thought and looked around to see if anyone noticed my infatuation.
