Jillian
"Oh shit! Fuck yeah, I'm just about there!" He groaned as he pounded away at my pussy with his barely average dick.
"Oh yeah! Cum on my ass! Or would you rather cum on my tits?" I didn't care, as long as this was over soon.
"Fuck...that!" He huffed, "I'm...filling your...cun...OH OH OH! Oh fuuuuuuck!" He bellowed as he spurted his surely minuscule load inside of me. Ugh, gross. I mean, it's no big deal, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
He collapsed back onto my bed as I bolted to the master bathroom. After a quick pee and an attempt to push his cum out of me, I returned to the bed where he laid spread out across its expanse. He was breathing so hard that I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack!
"That's...some grade A...cunt." He managed to utter as he gasped for breath. Charming.
"I bet you...haven't had dick...like that in a...long time!" Was his next 'seductive' remark. Fuck, it's no wonder he's getting a divorce.
He's not terrible to look at, but his attitude sucks! He acts like women were only born to serve him. His dick (yes, dick. It's definitely not worthy of being called a cock) is little, he has no idea how to use it, and surprisingly, he was able to find another woman besides me and his poor, innocent wife, to fuck him.
Luckily I only had to endure a tiny bit of pillow talk before I revealed that I had to go pick up my daughter. That got his obnoxious ass moving. Once he was out the door, I finished up. I entered the master closet and checked the laptop I had hidden in one of the cabinets. I verified that the video was captured correctly and uploaded it to the secure cloud storage. I filed away the backup SD card, and sent a text to the video recipient.
It's done. Video uploaded. I typed
Excellent. I hope you had fun! Was the reply
Fuck you, I thought to myself.
I needed a long, hot shower and I really did have to go pick up my daughter, Candace. Just the thought of her could instantly remedy any sour mood I was in. She was my entire reason for existence. She was the reason that I did these morally reprehensible things. If it wasn't for her...
I arrived at the daycare/school at 4:00pm sharp. I walked into the classroom and there she was. No, not my adorable 4 year old daughter, but the other girl that had been occupying my thoughts for quite some time.
Cassie.
She was my daughter's favorite teacher. No, favorite was putting it mildly. Candace simply adored her. Her full name was Cassie Hodges, she was gorgeous, and the thoughts I had of her were of a very impure nature. Of course, she had no idea of her presence in my world, not that it mattered anyway.
She was a younger woman, 22-23 perhaps, with beautiful dirty blonde hair. It was obvious that she spent some time in the gym. Actually, it was extremely obvious since I had overheard her conversation one day. She wasn't the treadmill/elliptical fitness girl type though. Oh no, she was the curvy, somewhat bulky, solid muscle type. Thicker arms, well developed shoulders, perky tits, and a slimmer waist, but it was her lower body that set my pulse racing. Voluptuous hips, strong, powerful looking thighs, shapely calves, and an ass that was just...perfect. She was incredible.
But none of that mattered at all really. There wasn't a chance in hell that she was even remotely attracted to an older woman such as myself. Even if she did swing that way, I wouldn't dare get her wrapped up in my shit show of a life. She was young, had an equally young stud for a husband, and surely had a bright future ahead of her. Still, I couldn't help but dream.
Cassie
There she was, 4:00 on the dot. Always on time, always in such a cheerful mood, and looking like a fucking model. I hoped to have my shit together that well once I finally finished school.
'She' was Jillian Carruthers. I couldn't tell you much more about her other than she is Candace's mom. Oh, and that she is fucking gorgeous! If I had to guess, I'd say she was 5'10". I'm 5'6" and she is definitely taller than me, but her legs make her seem like she's 7 feet tall. They are so long, elegant and shapely. She must be a runner or do a ton of cardio, but with a chest like hers, I'd be hurting after a run. But all of those physical features pale in comparison to the blazing red mane of hair that cascaded more than halfway down her back. Her little girl had the same hair as well. It was obvious that she got her looks from her mother, although her dad is a total panty drencher. I've oddly only seen him once, but I'll never forget him. I can't believe that two people that gorgeous are divorced.
I've never been one to really check out women before, but I couldn't help but be drawn to Jillian. Sure, I've noticed the fit girls at the gym, and I can definitely see why men are attracted to the female form, but this woman...damn!
Candace and her mom gathered her things and after a great big hug from the little girl, they were gone until the next time.
My workday was about over as well, but that didn't mean it was time to relax. I had a full night of school work ahead of me. I was working towards my master's degree in childhood development and education. It didn't take me long to figure out that trying to work full time and obtain my masters was brutal. It would be worth it though. Don't get me wrong, working at the Early Learning Center was a rewarding job, but I felt like I had more to offer. It was basically a daycare with more of a focus on education and getting kids ready for kindergarten. I had known since I was younger that I wanted to work with and help kids. I wanted to be someone that could lead them in the right direction and someone that they could trust. There were some rather frightening circumstances from my childhood that I never wanted any other child to fall victim to.
I arrived at home to find that my husband, Curtis, wasn't home yet. He must have gotten held up at work. That's fine, I could use the quiet to concentrate.
An hour had passed when Curtis finally made it home.
"Hi. Get stuck at work?" I asked.
"Yeah, just a few things I couldn't put off any longer." He replied.
He walked to the fridge, grabbed a beer, and thumbed through the mail. No "Hi, no kiss, nothing. Maybe he had a rough day.
"Hungry?" I asked, hoping to maybe spark up a conversation.
"Eh, if you are, I can eat." He replied unenthusiastically.
"Ok...want to order pizza? Chinese?" I inquired.
"Whichever." He huffed.
Ok...I guess I'll make the executive decision then. I ordered a pizza from the little pizzeria down the street.
Curtis and I ate mostly in silence. It was becoming the norm in our life. I ate while maintaining focus on my laptop and/or text book and Curtis would watch tv or scroll through stuff on his phone. I really needed to pay more attention to him, but I had so much school work and not enough time. We still made it to the gym together though.
It was around 9:30pm when Curtis said he was going to bed. I told him I had some stuff to finish up, but I'd be there soon. 45 minutes later, I was crawling into bed. He was already fast asleep and I was mentally exhausted. I had just gotten comfortable when I felt a hand sliding over my ass.
"Finally decide to pull yourself away?" He asked sleepily.
"Mmm hmm" was my half hearted reply.
His hand was up on my hip and playing with the waistband of my panties. I grabbed his hand with mine.
"Not tonight. Too tired." I grumbled.
"Fine." he whispered. He sounded so dejected.
Fuck. I should have felt worse about it. We hadn't had sex in months. Well, I gave him a couple handjobs in that time, but that's about it. I honestly didn't miss it as much as I had thought I would. Still, I should have tried harder to be a better wife. He was such an amazing man, and so very patient with me. We'd only been married a couple of years, but most of those two years of our marriage I've spent doing school work. I know I wasn't being fair to him, and I would definitely make it up to him soon...probably.
My alarm was going off entirely way too early. I rolled over to an empty bed. That's weird? I jumped up out of bed and found Curtis in the kitchen. He was already dressed for work and fixing his coffee to go.
