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Chapter 4 - After The Meeting
My name is Dan Fanning. I've aged a few years since I wrote the first part of my life story when I was thirty-one. I'm now thirty-six and divorced from my ex-wife, Kimberly.
I guess I should pick up the story where I left off. If you remember, I had just left a meeting with my wife, Kim, her sister, Betty, and the asshole brother-in-law, Brian. I had discovered that Brian had fathered my daughter, Megan, and had knocked up Kim again.
I had also discovered that Betty had been a willing participant in this farce and had actually been the one that came up with the idea that her husband should impregnate my wife since my sperm level was so low. After this whole ugly situation, I had started calling them the "Three Musketeers".
The Three Musketeers had posted my bail after I had spent a few days in jail for beating up Brian. They had requested that I attend a meeting with the three of them in exchange for them posting bail and promising to both drop the charges and not assist the DA in developing a case against me.
The meeting was to be in Brian's hospital room. Brian was recovering the beating I had given him.
I had attended the meeting where I heard Kim's lame excuse that she was only using Brian to simply make babies and that she loved only me. She told me I was only true father to our daughter and as of yet unborn child.
Betty had come unglued when I played an audiotape of Kim and Brian's last sexual encounter in my marital bed in my house. She had let Kim use Brian to conceive a child, but was enraged to find out that Kim and Brian apparently did more than just have sex to conceive a child. And that they continued to have sex after Kim was aware that she was pregnant.
I had left the meeting after handing Kim divorce papers and Brian a lawsuit to recover my expenses for supporting Megan since her birth.
I went to the pre-K class and picked up Megan and drove her home. While serving divorce papers on my wife had been tough, this conversation I was about to have with Megan was going to break my heart.
I asked Megan to sit down at the kitchen table and I served her a bowl of ice cream. She sat there, picking up small bites of ice cream in her spoon and licking the spoon clean. She looked at me with those bid innocent blue eyes and waited for me to say something.
Why do the innocent ones have to suffer for mistakes of the guilty? I wondered to myself. I shook off the feeling and started in.
"Megan, I have to talk to you about something very serious. I want to make sure you understand this whole thing and I want you to know right up front nothing I am going to tell you is in anyway your fault. OK?" I managed to get out before I had to dry my eyes.
"Yes, Daddy. I understand. What's wrong? Where is Mommy?" Megan said looking around.
"Mommy is with Aunt Betty and Uncle Brian. Mommy and Uncle Brian are the reason I need to talk to you. Honey, please stop eating your ice cream for a second and listen to me." I looked Megan straight in the eyes and continued.
"You Mommy decided a while back that Uncle Brian is your Daddy. So from now on you are to call him Daddy. From now on, you call me Uncle Dan. OK?"
"Why Daddy?"
"Well, just because your Mommy made a decision that Uncle Brian... I mean your new Daddy Brian was to be your real Daddy. So I can only be your Uncle Dan from now on. This does not mean I love you any less. I will always be there for you but not as your Daddy." I had to stop at this point because my voice was cracking badly.
"But Daddy, I want you for my Daddy!" Megan wailed.
"Stop Megan. That just can't be any more. I am not your Daddy. Brian is. Now please go up stairs to your room and wash up."
Megan ran up the stairs in tears. I could hear her crying as she went to the bathroom to wash her hands and face. I was mentally destroyed. I had nothing in the way of emotions left. I was drained.
I sat at the kitchen table just staring at the floor. I didn't even hear Kim's car pull in the driveway.
She entered the house and saw me sitting at the table. She could tell by defeated look that I had told Megan that Brian was her father.
"Dan, how could you! She is only four years old. She can't possibly understand this whole thing." Kim cried.
"Kim, just shut up. You brought this on yourself and have impacted innocent little Megan and me. I have told Megan that Brian is her father and it was your decision. And by God, it was your decision the first time you spread your legs for that asshole."
"Oh Dan, you just don't understand why I did what I did or how little Brian means to me."
"I guess I don't and I really don't care to know at this time. All I know is YOUR child is upstairs in tears and there is nothing I can do to make it better. I suggest you go tend to Megan's emotional needs and I will go tend to mine."
With that I had left the house and never sat foot in it again. I heard from some friends that Betty had filed for divorce from Brian, and Brian had left the area. He was too embarrassed by the way our good Reverend at the church had spread the reason that Brian was setting up trusts funds for Megan and the yet unborn child.
I also heard that Betty had told her parents why she was divorcing Brian and that her own sister was the whoring slut that caused the whole thing. Betty and Kim's father refused to have anything to do with Kim. Their mother was at least civil to Kim, but stayed far away from her because of the father's reactions. It appeared that their mother took to the bottle to reduce the stress of dealing with her two daughters and her husband. She would occasionally sneak out of her house to do things for Kim when Kim needed help. But she had to sneak because father dearest wanted no part of Kim or her wanton ways.
Chapter 5 - Kim Tries To Explain
Kim contacted me about two weeks after I had had my talk with Megan. She said she wished to meet me at a local pub we used to frequent. She said she just had to explain herself to me and beg my Christian forgiveness.
I was not a devout Christian but I did believe in the Christian teachings. So I agreed to meet her and at least listen to her side of things.
I walked in the pub about 2 PM. It was very dark inside compared to the brilliant afternoon sun. IT took me several moments to have my eyes adjust. There was Kim sitting at our favorite booth wearing a bright yellow sundress that I loved on her.
I walked slowly to the booth. "OK Kim, this is your meeting." I put up my hand and got the bartender's attention. I made a motion with my hand to show I wanted two-fingers of Maker's Mark. He nodded and brought the drink to the table.
"Nice seeing you two again!" he said as he set the drink down.
"Nice seeing you, Frank." I responded with a sad smile.
He walked away, leaving us in stony silence.
Kim finally said, "Dan, I have to explain to you what you heard and why you heard it is not really anything to be upset about."
This farce was already irritating me. "Let me see. You sleep with your sister's husband. You make two babies with him. You try to pass them off as mine. You tell him his cum is better than mine and your pussy is all his. Have I left anything out?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for my opening remark to come out like that. I know I did wrong in your eyes. I know you feel betray. I know you heard things that seems to make things worse than they truly are. Please give me a chance to explain! Please!" "You have ten minutes. Explain away." I said glancing at my watch.
Kim started.
"You know how much I wanted a baby. You know when we found out that your sperm level was so low, how devastated I was. I would have done anything to have a child."
"And you obviously did." I said dryly.
"Enough with the sarcasm please. Give me my ten minutes, eh?" Kim snapped.
"OK, you got nine minutes, get on with it." I snapped back.
"I was so distraught over the situation, that I cried on Betty's shoulder every day. I was so jealous of their apparent ease in having children. I used to tell her how wonderful it most be to a virile man like Brian to make babies with." Kim said.
"Betty finally came to me and said she and Brian had decided to offer me the greatest gift in the world. Betty offered me the use of Brian to make a baby. Brian was not for it for a long time. Brian worried about his friendship with you. Betty had to browbeat him into submission.
It took me another two months to agree with Betty's idea." Kim sighed.
"The first two times we tried to make a baby were very clinical. It was straight missionary position with no kissing or fondling. Brian had to use lubricant because I was so dry. "
"Well that obviously wasn't a problem later from what I heard, was it?" I snapped.
"No it wasn't. No shut up and let me explain." Kim snapped back.
"I had been reading everything there was to read on how to get pregnant. The doctor had given me a pamphlet that said that the sexually hotter a couple was in their sex, the better the chance of conception. I took that to heart." Kim went on.
"The next time Brian and I were together, I told him that he had to do everything he could to make me sexually aroused to my absolute limits. He just nodded and set to work. He tongue kissed me, slowly undressed me, licked my whole body, and basically aroused me to a height you and I had never achieved. When he came, I knew it was 'the time'. We did it one more time and this time I did things to him to heighten his sexual responses. And he in turned heightened mine. We then did it one more time and we both were wet noodles when it was over."
I squirmed in the booth seat as my loving wife admitted her lover got her hotter than I ever had.
