"That's fantastic! Does that mean he's not mad at you anymore?"
"It seems like it."
Emma paused and I could see the wheels turning.
"Mom, why was he mad at you? I could always talk to you about him but he always shut me down when I asked about you. And don't give me that garbage about you guys drifting apart. Something bad happened and I want to know. I'm not an idiot. I'm nineteen!
She was right. She was nineteen. She was an adult. She deserved to know the truth. If Tony could forgive me hopefully Emma would as well.
"I fooled around on your dad."
"What! With who? What was his name?"
I sighed. "Frank Simpson"
"When?"
"For three months."
"Why?"
"Sex. I'd slept with guys in college and some of them rocked my world so I knew how good it could be. I was smitten when I met your dad and the sex was pretty good. Then I became pregnant with you. Babies are exhausting and I didn't think about sex for months. When I did your father was tired from his new business. He worked tons of hours and was wiped when he got home. We usually only had sex on the weekend. It wasn't great but he always made me cum and I certainly wasn't looking for anyone else."
"We agreed I would stay home and look after you until you were in school and then I'd pursue my career. I majored in English and was anxious about employment prospects but my uncle got me a starting job. From there, I went through several jobs before discovering I had a knack for training people. I became a trainer at a new software company. You were thirteen then."
"They say a male's sex drive peaks early whereas a woman's continues to grow. That was certainly true in my case. I was horny all the time and having sex once a week wasn't cutting it. There were lots of new people at the software company and they went out after work. They were all young and sexually active. The single girls talked about their dates and I listened. Who was nice? Who wasn't? Who was good in bed? Who wasn't? Who was hung? Who wasn't?"
"It made me jealous listening to them talk about having great sex when I was getting mediocre sex once a week. I went out with them in a group once a week. Your father didn't mind. He told me to enjoy myself. He enjoyed being with you."
"We liked to go dancing. Everyone was drinking and dancing and getting frisky. There was lots of groping but I wasn't interested until Frank asked me to dance. I'd had a few drinks and was feeling no pain. Frank was one of the guys the girls said was good in bed and I found him attractive and he wasn't an asshole. Something clicked when we danced. There was chemistry. My body came alive. A slow song came up and he pulled me tight. I let him. He moved his hands down to my ass. I let him. I knew Frank was well-hung and felt him harden against my leg. My pussy was on fire. Then the song ended and the designated driver said we had to leave. So I left.
The seed was planted though. I couldn't stop thinking about Frank. We started to talk at work. We ate lunch together. He'd text me. I'd text him back. We always danced together when the group went out. My panties were always drenched by the time we left."
"One night, we went to his place instead of dancing. The sex was incredible! His dick was larger and thicker than average and he knew how to use it. He was a great pussy licker and a great kisser. He was the whole package! After we exhausted ourselves we showered and he drove me home. Your dad was none the wiser because I was home when I normally arrived. I slept like a baby that night."
"I felt guilty the next day. But the following day I started thinking about the great sex I had. I thought about it even more the next day. By the time the next week rolled around my guilt was gone and I couldn't wait to get fucked again. Every week I went to Franks for fantastic sex. Inevitably someone told someone who told someone who told your dad. He hired a private eye to get proof. The private eye somehow managed to get pictures of Frank fucking me. Your dad got to see graphic sexual images of me moaning in ecstasy with my legs wrapped around Frank's back and his tongue in my mouth."
The world ended. Your dad was rightfully enraged and kicked me out and shunned me. Our only point of contact was you. Until tonight. So now you know why we didn't tell you what happened. I'm so relieved and grateful that your father has finally forgiven me. Hopefully, you don't hate me."
Wow! What a story but not that surprising. Mom never exhibited ill will towards Dad and talked about him easily but the reverse wasn't true. So I always assumed Mom had done something. I had lots of friends whose parents were divorced and it was often due to cheating. And I knew how addictive great sex could be and how awful bad sex could be. I slept with a few guys in college and some were terrible in bed but some were amazing. Until then, I had no idea how wonderful my body could feel. So I could empathize with Mom and she'd always been a great mom to me. If Dad could forgive her then I had no right to judge her.
I hugged Mom. Her body tensed at first. "I don't hate you, Mom. I love you." She slumped in relief. We held each other.
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Alice:
It was great seeing my old house. Tony's renovated houses for a living and he'd done a great job finishing the basement. That's where Emma slept when she stayed with him. He collapsed a wall upstairs to make two small bedrooms into a bigger one. It looked good. He decorated one room in a Southwest-style which looked sharp but then he'd always had a good sense of style. He built a large gazebo in the backyard and we sat out there. He'd even done some landscaping work. The front yard had an attractive combination of perennial bushes, shrubs, and flowers.
It was good to see him and the house but I had to leave after an hour because I had a date. Yes! A date.
I was a shell-shocked social hermit after Tony caught me. I had no interest in going out after work or sleeping with Frank. I focused on work and Emma.
Eventually, the shock of our separation wore off and Tony made it clear we had no future. I had to decide what to do with my life. I wasn't going to sit alone whenever Emma was at Tony's. So one week when a coworker asked if I wanted to go out with a group from work on Saturday, I said yes. They picked me up so I didn't need to worry about drinking. We went dancing and Frank was there. He was such a nice guy and handsome and we were soon dancing. He was a total gentleman and didn't try anything which impressed me. But I didn't want him to be a gentleman and pulled him close. I wanted to forget about my separation. Tony was gone and wasn't coming back. I wanted to enjoy the here and now. I wanted to enjoy the feel of Frank's body against mine. I want to enjoy the feeling of Frank's body in mine.
We were at his place fifteen minutes later and the sex was glorious! I didn't feel guilty about cheating because I no longer had a husband. I didn't worry about getting home because I no longer had a husband to go home to. We had sex for hours and fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke him in the night for sex. Then we had sex in the morning before he fed me and drove me to my apartment. I curled up in bed, utterly content and physically sated, and dozed off.
Frank and I had sex every weekend. It was fantastic. Neither of us was looking for a long-term relationship. We were just enjoying each other's company and bodies.
I always looked prim and refreshed when Tony dropped Emma off on Sunday night. Not that it mattered to Tony because he never came in. But I didn't want Emma to see anything untoward. She was my number one priority. Then sex!
I hoped to meet someone new so I dated but no one caught my eye for a long-term relationship. If I liked a person we usually had sex because I enjoyed it and over time I built up a list of fuck-buddies. People I liked to see and liked to fuck but didn't want to marry.
I preferred sleeping at their place in case Emma came home early and caught me in bed. Plus the older she got the more she noticed. Who knows what she'd notice if I let guys sleep at my house? A stray cigarette butt on the balcony when I don't smoke. The smell of cologne when I didn't wear it. A used condom in the garbage pail. It was inevitable that she'd notice something.
That's where things were at when Tony asked to see me. I had three long-term fuck buddies who I saw regularly. Frank was one of them. He lived sixty minutes away but we still saw each other once or twice a month. My fuck-buddies knew about each other and were cool with the arrangement.
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The new arrangement with Tony ticked along nicely.
The huge burden of my adulterous guilt was gone and I thanked my lucky stars every day that Tony had forgiven me.
I continued to have great sex every weekend and hang out with three guys I liked. Occasionally I would hang out with more than one guy at a time. The sex was mind-blowing on those weekends!
Emma was thrilled to see Tony and me getting along.
Tony had become so relaxed around me it was like the old days. We talked about old times. We asked about each other. About work about life. We laughed. Emma soaked it all in.
Then Tony asked if we wanted to go to a ball game. I used to go to ball games with him when we were younger. He did some work for a wealthy guy who had season tickets. He gave some to Tony for a good price. Every year Tony had tickets for ten games.
Emma had never been and we went as a family. It was a great day! The weather was warm, our team won and we fed our faces with junk food. I wasn't a sports buff. I just enjoyed being in a place with thousands of people enjoying themselves. The positive energy of the crowd was uplifting.
A very buff young man sat beside Emma and I don't think she even saw the game. They were too busy talking.
Coincidentally, Ray, one of my three fuck-buddies walked right by our seats. He saw me with Emma and Tony and gave me a tiny grin. I gave him a tiny grin back. What a small world!
