Simone Pt 01

SIMONE PART 1 - A woman returns from Mike's past

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The name she gave was Melba, but I knew it was fake. Nobody uses their real names on those sites. Her front and rear pictures were naked from the neck-down, showing slender curves and narrow, yet abundantly feminine hips. The sublime teardrops on her chest had a proud youthful look. Her profile said she was twenty-two.

What drew me to her was the plush, well-groomed, dark red carpet at the apex of her legs. It reminded me of my ex and made my mouth water. Most of the local married sluts on the HogPen site were unattractive, but this one was different. Something about her seemed familiar, more than just the pubes. The marker said she was within ten miles, so she was either somewhere in the city or further out in the 'burbs the other direction.

I reached out to Melba. She answered within a couple of minutes. Her online name made her sound like my kind of woman--all holes available.

[SlutMelba-3Os4U] Your profile makes you sound interesting Dean. I like older men. Are you really 38?

Most people called me Mike, but Dean was my middle name. I made it a point to never lie, even when I was trying to be anonymous. Sometimes I fudged a little. My handle threw in a hint at my job.

[DEAN2X4] Unlike some guys, I believe honesty is best

[SlutMelba-3Os4U] You remind me of a man I used to know

[DEAN2X4] He must have been a lucky guy. A woman as beautiful as you probably gets all the dates she wants

She didn't answer immediately.

[SlutMelba-3Os4U] I'm not beautiful. I had an accident that messed up my face. Fair Warning. It's pretty bad

The old joke about one-baggers, two-baggers, and foxes came to mind but I pushed it out of my head. It sounded like this was a big deal for her. Didn't matter to me. I was fine with it. Nobody was perfect. Least of all me.

[DEAN2X4] I'm willing to bet that the woman behind that face is beautiful enough that I will never notice

[SlutMelba-3Os4U] You are a nice guy. Or really horny LOL

[DEAN2X4] Your pictures make me hard. Is that a tattoo?

I was intrigued by the colorful orange and red circle just above and to the right of the auburn pubes in her photo.

[SlutMelba-3Os4U] That's my peach. Sort of an inside joke.

That brought back memories of someone who was once dear to me, and the words that popped into my head flowed out onto the keyboard.

[DEAN2X4] I had a wonderful stepdaughter a long time ago. I called her Peaches.

Melba didn't type anything for what must have been nearly a minute. I was just about to check if she was still there when I saw her one-word reply.

[SlutMelba-3Os4U] Daddy?

Oh, shit...

[DEAN2X4] Simone? Is that you?

The next instant the chat window snapped shut. I clicked on her icon twice but she wouldn't answer. A few seconds later it disappeared. I searched for her alias and the site answered back 'User Not Found'.

Fuck...

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Simone... The last time I'd seen her was over eight years ago. As bad as her mother hurt me with her fucking around, she nearly killed me when she dropped the divorce papers on the table and left with her daughter from her first marriage. I fell into a bottle and it was over a year later before some good friends were able to pull me out.

I quickly jotted down all the details I could remember from the cheating spouses website. Her profile said Simone was now five-nine, a lot taller than her Mom. I recalled she had the identical shade of ginger hair as Kathy, but it was long and straight instead of curly.

The pictures didn't show her face, but no one could forget Simone's exotic eyes, almond shaped, thanks to her anonymous Asian sperm donor, and blue as sapphires. Kathy had sea-green eyes and I learned her first husband was Irish as well with brown hair and eyes. That should have been my first tip to run away from the unfaithful bitch.

Then again, I would never have spent those wonderful years with Simone.

I clicked immediately with Kathy's five-year old daughter. She was bright and funny and she loved to sit on my lap and cuddle. After I married her Mom, Simone called me 'Daddy'. That was the sweetest word I ever heard. I was putty in her hands.

The three of us were together less than six years. I caught peeks at Simone during the legal battle. Losing her was like cutting out a piece of my heart.

Now she was back. Except she wasn't. Did she hate me because I divorced her Mom? She had cried when we split up. I never said an unkind word to her about her Mom, and she couldn't understand what was going on between us.

One thing was obvious. The apple hadn't fallen far from the tree. Fucking around on clueless husbands must be a genetic trait. Nothing else explained Kathy's slutty behavior. My wife swore that she loved me and wanted to stay married. She promised to try to keep her legs closed. I could see it in her eyes. That was never going to happen.

The psychological scars of her treachery lasted for years. After winning my battle with the bottle, my anger drove me into a period of untamed sex. I was fucking every woman I could lay, and even a few men. Willing married women were preferred targets. I got a cathartic release from treating them rough, abusing their bodies and showing them how slutty they could be. Despite the guilt from my despicable behavior, I couldn't deny the powerful boost to my ego that came from taking another man's wife.

One of those relationships didn't end well. It wasn't because her husband found out. He already knew. The sissy cuck was all for it. The problems started when I fell in love with his wife. I couldn't continue to fuck both her and her husband and pretend I didn't care. Her husband insisted she had to fuck around--no emotional ties. The sudden ending broke my heart again.

After that experience my debauchery cooled. I started dating normal, single women. Most of them were looking for marriage material. I wasn't sure I would ever be that again. I enjoyed the intimacy and making love and everything else that went with a long-term relationship. Eventually the need for something more depraved returned. I had several pro's on speed dial to handle that.

A friend had recently suggested the HogPen website for no-strings sex with wild married women. I was settled now and the anger was gone, but I remembered how much I enjoyed the lifestyle. I decided to dip my toes in again. Or some part of my anatomy.

Except who should I find? Simone. My 'Peaches', a nickname I'd given her not long after we met. Now I couldn't get her out of my mind. I was furious at her for fucking around on her husband. I desperately wanted to talk to her, though. How had she been doing--besides betraying her husband, that is? What happened to her face?

She was somewhere nearby. I searched online and couldn't find a trace. She had probably taken her husband's name. I looked at women I passed on the street and at the grocery store, hoping that I would see her. I saw a flash of red hair when I was driving, jerked my head around and nearly caused a wreck. I was a successful construction manager for high-dollar homes. This had gone on for four days when I caught myself daydreaming about hugging her and nearly allowed a load of bricks to land on a worker. I knew I had to get my head on straight.

I speed-dialed Eileen to help me work out my frustrations.

My 'friend' Eileen was a petite, fair-skinned call girl with curly red hair who seemed to take great pleasure in absorbing the brunt of the rage I held for my ex-wife. Even though most of the bitterness was gone, the rush I got from delivering a taste of abuse on a woman came from somewhere far deeper in my psyche. Occasionally we enjoyed moments of tenderness as well. Over the years we had become like old friends. I tipped her well.

That evening I was wolfing down a frozen enchilada dinner with a beer when the doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock. She was twenty minutes early. I wiped my mouth, rushed to the door, and threw it open.

My breath caught in my throat.

A statuesque woman in brown slacks and a billowing pale yellow blouse stood on my doorstep. Ginger bangs fell to her eyebrows. Her head was bowed, which draped her long, silky hair over her face, obscuring everything except the inside corner of each eye, her dainty nose, and the red lipstick on her pretty mouth.

"Simone?"

She nibbled nervously on her lower lip. Her fists were clenched. Deep blue almond-shaped eyes peered up at me from behind their veil. Her voice was scratchy.

"Daddy?"

I grabbed her up in my arms and she hugged me tight, weeping and sniffling on my shoulder. I pulled her into the house and closed the door

Stepping back I looked at her. In her heels she was only a few inches shorter than me.

"God, I've missed you, Peaches."

That brought a small smile.

My hand came up to brush the hair out of her face and a look of terror came over her. She grabbed my wrist.

"It's okay, Peaches," I said. "Let me see it."

Her grip eased, then fell away. I pushed her hair back over her ear. I couldn't hold back the gasp. A deep, jagged pink scar started at the left corner of her lip. It ran a couple of inches diagonally back toward her ear. There, the line abruptly angled upward, skirting her cheek, barely an inch from her narrow, Asian eye. It turned and disappeared into her hairline, just below her temple.

She was shaking, unable to look at me.

"May I touch it?" I asked.

She nodded. "It...doesn't hurt."

My fingertip traced the knotty pink line. She shivered. I held her jaw and pulled her closer to place a tiny kiss on the scar next to her eye, then one on her cheek, then another where it switched directions. My final kiss was at the corner of her lips.

She moved, and our lips were touching, gently, then with more conviction. I couldn't stop myself. Her kiss took my breath away. It was everything I'd ever dreamed a kiss could be.

I would be lying if I said I hadn't noticed her years before as she began her journey to womanhood. She had fulfilled that promise.

The over-plump lips of an an adolescent nymph were gone. Those lips now pressed to mine were the passionate lips of a woman, full of fire and lust. Natural male urges were taking control. It wasn't until I felt her lips parting, an invitation to my tongue, that I was able to force myself to draw back.

Staring at her pretty face, I didn't see a scar. Neither did I see the beautiful, exotic woman panting for breath and smiling at me with bright, excited eyes, or the pale, freckled skin glowing with the flush of arousal.

What I saw was a deceitful, lying, two-timing married cunt who I once admired.

I tamped the anger down. No matter how I felt about her behavior, I wouldn't chance ruining this opportunity to re-connect with my daughter. If I played my cards right, I might find a way to pull her back from this dead-end hunt for new dick. I knew where that led.

"Come on in and have a seat." I guided her toward the den. "You want some milk or juice or--"

She gave me a sidelong look and snickered. I did, too.

"Okay, how about a beer?"

"Sure."

The doorbell rang.

Fuck. I forgot about Eileen.

"Uh, go on into the den," I told her. "This is probably just some girl, uh, selling candy for school. Or something..."

Leaving her, I scurried back to the door and opened it just wide enough to see out.

I should have known better. Before I could say anything Eileen shoved the door open and marched in. She'd spent enough time in my home to feel comfortable, and she knew a brash attitude was likely to get her one of the spankings and hard fuckings she craved.

She froze, looking behind me. I jerked my head around. Simone stood in the hallway. Eileen looked back at me with a big grin.

"Oh, sweetie, you didn't tell me we was doing another three-way tonight. We never done it with all redheads before. This oughta be fun. Which one of us is gonna get tied up and smacked around?"

My cheeks were hot. I knew I was blushing. One of my favorite scenes to play included tying Eileen up naked as my surrogate ex-wife and making her watch me fuck one of her co-workers. She would cry and plead with me to fuck her instead, just like I wanted Kathy to do in my fantasies. On those nights, I wasn't a nice person.

Other nights, when I needed a lift, I hired Dagney, a middle-aged professional with golden-brown hair who resembled a different lost lover. The sex was warm and affectionate.

"Uh, Eileen, this is Simone," I told her. "She dropped by unexpectedly. She's...she's an old friend."

Simone strode confidently to Eileen with her hand extended. "I'm his daughter."

Shaking Simone's hand, Eileen smirked back at me. "Got this daddy-little girl thing going on, huh, sweetie? Hey, I'm cool with that. I love my old man, too."

Simone giggled. My face was burning. I quickly pulled my wallet out and counted out the cash. She snatched only a single twenty out of the pile.

"Just gas money. It's a slow night. I didn't have nothing else goin' on anyway." She looked Simone up and down. "You're one hot woman. If you're up for it, you and me could have a lot of fun with your 'daddy' here."

My daughter blushed. Eileen was only about five-four. She pulled Simone's shoulder down and whispered something that made them both giggle. Simone's eyes flashed at me. I could only imagine what my old whore friend might tell her.

"Call me if you want another playmate." She pranced out the door with a shake of her delectable butt.

After the door closed behind Eileen, I said, "I'm sorry about that."

We started down the hall. Simone was looking around the house she once lived in. I was ashamed. The place was filthy. Since I was expecting only Eileen, I hadn't even picked up.

"It's okay. It's just fucking," Simone said.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. What a filthy mouth my little girl had. Then I laughed to myself. She certainly wasn't a little girl any more. A third, angry emotion tried to intercede, but I shoved it away again.

Simone took a seat in the center of the sofa where we used to cuddle and watch TV. She patted the cushion next to her. Instead, I sat across from her in my old, worn glider.

She said, "Eileen was pretty. She looked a lot like Mom." She was trying not to smirk.

"I, uhh--"

"Do you always pay for it?" she said.

"That's not something I prefer to talk about with--"

"With your lying, cheating married slut of a daughter?"

She didn't sound angry. Her tone had a hint of humor.

"I wasn't going to say that."

"I'm not Mom, Mike." I couldn't remember when she'd ever used that name. "I'm not cheating on Vince. That's my husband. He knows what I'm doing. He encourages me. He's the one who wrote up my profile and took the pictures. This is all his idea."

During my lecherous period, one of my dates got me hooked up with a bisexual swinger's group. Several of the men I met there were submissive cuckolds. Bullying those 'men'--if you want to call them that--and fucking their wives in front of them was about the most fun I'd had. I wasn't gay--I never felt an attraction toward another man any more than I appreciated a fine-looking dog--but some of the 'hot' wives convinced me to use their sissy husbands. Dominating another man's mouth and ass was intense. The sense of arrogance was completely different from what I felt with a woman.

"Is he some sort of...wimp?" I asked Simone.

She snorted. "Vince is a bodybuilder. You're a strong man, but he could snap you in half."

"I don't understand."

"Are you familiar with anabolic steroids?"

I thought for a second. "Some athletes use steroids, don't they? Aren't they illegal?"

"They cause all sorts of problems if they're overused." Her voice got quiet. "Problems like erectile dysfunction. And defective sperm."

"Oh." How embarrassing it had to be for him.

"I love my husband," she said, and I winced at the memory of Kathy saying the same thing. "He loves me beyond hope. He puts my needs and desires before his own. I told him I could be happy if I never fucked him again so long as I had his love."

If only her mother could have been so happy.

Simone said, "Vince is hardheaded. He wouldn't listen. He kept pushing me to find a lover."

That sounded like some of the cuckolds I'd met. I tried to imagine myself in Vince's position. Back when my marriage felt safe, would my love have been strong enough to tell Kathy to go get her ashes hauled? Would I still be married? Could I have spent eight more years with Simone?

She paused for a couple of seconds. "I won't lie, Mike. I've had some great sex. Making love with Vince before he lost it was out of this world. Getting a hard, nasty fuck from a guy who doesn't give a shit about me and takes what he wants is on a different plane. Not better. Not worse, either."

I'd done a lot of hard, nasty fucking like that. In fact, most of it was like that. The last two times I'd felt enough of a connection with a woman to truly make love with her ended bad for me.

Simone said, "What about you, Mike? Is that what you were going to do with Eileen tonight? Were you going to make love with her? Or were you planning to fuck her into oblivion?"

I didn't reply. The tight grin on her face told me she knew the answer.

In the space of a single sigh, a change came over her. Those enchanting, blue Asiatic eyes narrowed to slits. She pushed herself up from the sofa and came toward me, releasing the buttons on her baggy blouse one at a time. Her slow, slinky stride made her feminine hips weave side-to-side.

I gulped. "Simone?" The room seemed smaller. My pants did, too.

She snatched the shirt tail out of her slacks and flipped open the last two buttons.

"I feel so bad that I ruined your night." Her voice was different. Lower, and husky. "You have to let me make it up to you."

She opened her blouse. An unbidden whimper rolled up from my throat. I stared longingly at the two perfect teardrops with the small, brown teats I'd seen in her photo. I was pretty sure they were bigger than her mother's.

"We can't, Simone. This isn't right." I was trying to hold back my demons, but they were scaling the battlements of my lust.

She knelt on my glider, straddling my lap to push her tits at my face, one at a time. I was helpless to resist.

"Do you know how long I've wanted you, Daddy?" Her hand curled around the back of my head as I suckled and nipped at her tiny, sharp, upturned nubs. "Do you have any idea how many times I laid in my bed listening to the sounds my mother made when you were with her?"

Simone pressed her hips forward, trapping my stout erection with her clothed pussy. She leaned in closer, her mouth by my ear.

She whispered, "Can you guess who I was dreaming about the first time I touched myself?"

"Oh, fuck..."

I summoned all my righteous energy for a counterattack. With a hand at the center of her chest, I pushed her back.

"I can't. This is... I just can't."

Tears welled in her eyes. "Is it my face?"

"Ohgod, no!" I cupped her cheeks. Truthfully, after the initial shock I hardly noticed the scar. In my mind it was almost like some sort of costume. "You are everything I could want in a women. You're beautiful. You're sexy. You're young and vibrant and I...I..."

The words wouldn't come out. I hadn't spoken them to anyone in so long, I was afraid they had no meaning any longer.

"You what, Mike?" she said. "Say it. Please?"

Gazing up into her eyes, I said, "I love you, Simone. Just not that way."

I was lying through my teeth. I wanted her, desperately. I simply couldn't reconcile the daughter I'd cherished with the lustful woman on my lap, not to mention the inner turmoil of giving in to the adulterous progeny of my cheating wife's womb.