(Writers note: This short story is about how a wife and daughter encounter and deal with an ex-boyfriend of my wife's and the ex-boyfriend's son. As always don't look for willing or non-willing cuckolds here.)
My wife and daughter have a night out.
(While I am away on a business trip my wife and daughter meet my wife's ex-boyfriend and his son on a night out. My wife, Carrie sends me an email telling me what happened, among other things. Fortunately, I was coming home early.)
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I am in the back of a taxi just about to close my eyes and rest for a few moments, it has been a busy few days and I am looking forward to being back with my family.
I have been on a business trip that I have to do at least three times a year and each time it's normal for three days. In this instance, we finished up in two days so I get to see my family early.
I work for a multi-million-pound software company and I'm a managing director having worked my way through the company. The chairman, Chris Taylor and his wife Sarah are friends and Carrie and I over the years have been on holiday with them and we socialise with them at their house and ours.
I was about to relax and close my eyes for a few minutes while the taxi took me home just as I closed my eyes my phone vibrated, I glanced down and saw an email from my wife, that is unusual why would-be email me? I started reading the email then skipped to the salient points, namely where they were and which bar.
I looked at the driver, "Do you know where a bar called "Matts" bar is? I need to get there as soon as you can."
"Yeah I know where it is, strap yourself in sir." the driver replied.
The taxi picked up speed, definitely breaking the speed limit, but I didn't care. I re-read the email....
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Gary, my love.
I know I could have text you or talked to you by calling you, but I wanted to write my thoughts and actions down in this email. I hope you are not too upset when you read what happened, I know you said not to do it, but I had no choice I had to use it.
You are obviously not home yet, you should be on your way home from your conference, I can't wait to see you again, you know I have trouble sleeping when you are not here at home.
Yes I know you have to go three or four times a year normally only for a few days, but in this time of Covid-19 and cold winter nights in England I worry about you, our children worry about you.
Claire is often a bit grumpy when you are not here, you know at 18 she is your daughter more than mine, she is tall and slim like you and has your strong character traits, and you have been a good father to her, taking her to her football matches, taking her to concerts of her favourite rock bands taking her to college, you know she didn't want be in the dorms at college.
She misses you almost as much as I miss you. I miss the comfort of curling around you at night, I miss the cuddling the kissing good morning. The kissing goodnight. I know you send me love texts every few hours, I send them back to you.
They keep me sane during my time at work. I love all your messages you send me, even the naughty ones, the ones that get me hot and my juices start flowing while I am sitting using the keyboard, often I have to excuse myself and relieve the pressure on my vagina.
Yes our sex texting is fun, I hope we never stop. As long as my sexy body, your words not mine, turns you on I will keep sending you sexy photos. Yes keep sending your sexy photos too, I love seeing your hard cock. I'm glad we have kept our sex spark alive.
Our son, Darren, seems to take after me in character he is much calmer than Claire when you aren't around, but at 16 he is almost a man, he certainly acts like it we have done a good job with both of them. It seems a lifetime ago when we were both 18 and I was pregnant with Claire.
You of course did the honourable thing and married me, of course my father threatening bodily harm if you didn't might have persuaded you. But eighteen years later and I love you more now than ever if that is possible.
Now, Gary my love I have to confess something, remember back in high school you know I dated some boys before you, although honestly none of them ever can compare to you. Three of those boys got to see me naked and two of them got to touch me, the third boy, Craig, well he took my virginity.
But you already knew I wasn't innocent when you started dating me. Anyway, Craig was a stereotypical jock. He was probably 6ft something and well built, and before you even think it, no his cock isn't bigger than yours.
You were the tall slim but well built man I fell in love with. I was never in love with Craig, infatuated maybe but love? Never.
So Craig took my cherry and to be honest I gave it willingly, I was smitten with him, I did take the morning after pill to make sure he didn't get me pregnant and I made sure he wore a condom just in case, so never ever think Claire has any of his genes she is your child.
It wasn't the greatest experience but it got us both off. But once he had sex with me he lost interest in me and even though I thought we were exclusive I found out he didn't see it that way I found out he was cheating on me.
So, I put up with him for a few months then left college and found a job as a secretary and dumped him. He wasn't happy at being dumped by me and for the next three months he kept texting me and calling me and even tried to see me at work a couple of times.
Of course one of those days he tried to see me you were just starting a job as a junior manager for the same company I worked for.
And just like a perfect gentleman and hero you rescued me from him, in fact you made sure he never came near me again. That black eye and almost broken jaw probably helped his mind-set.
It was after that incident I found out you were a part time kick boxer, and of course you have trained Claire in the sport as well, good job too. You know the young boys are flocking around her.
But don't worry she is being sensible and taking her time about picking the one she wants, unlike us of course. Anyway, the point about this email is to tell you how much I love you and also to confess about something, yes you can imagine I used your training.
Okay, earlier today your daughter and I were in a restaurant enjoying ourselves, no one else just us. Of course Claire was getting looked at and complemented by quite a few young men, but I was getting my fair share of looks and complements. My approaching 40 year old body seems to be still attracting attention, the waiters were very attentive towards us.
Yes I can hear you telling me my body is beautiful, curves in all the right places, a beautiful pair of 34c breasts, slim toned legs, yes you love my body and I appreciate you words, but even so its nice to hear it from someone else once in a while.
Of course the reason I'm telling you all this is well that arsehole Craig was in the restaurant with his son, at least the son looked like him. His son was probably 16 or 17 but he was big like his father. Craig is huge, I mean fat, he really has let himself go. His hair is almost non existent and he has a stupid little goaty beard. He was in suit but it was wrinkled and not very clean, I later learned his wife divorced him, she had enough of his cheating.
He and his son were drunk and loud, and twice waiters had to ask them to quiet down. Eventually the manager came out with two bouncers and told them to leave. They downed their drinks and then staggered towards the door.
As they staggered past our table Craig looked at me and somehow through his drunken haze he recognised me, I admit I haven't changed that much, I like to think all the hard work in the gym keeps me young looking.
The point is he looked at me and his son looked at Claire. He leaned into towards me and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Look who is it...its that bitch that dumped me in high school, for that macho man." he slurred his words and I'm sure he didn't know what he was saying.
He turned to Claire and leered at her, "This must be your daughter, is she mine or is she someone else's?"
Claire was about to stand up and I am sure would have kicked Craig's arse, but the bouncers dragged them both outside.
Claire was fuming and was all set to go outside and take both or them on, but I calmed her down and told her not to worry about them, of course thinking back now I should have let her have a go at them.
We finished our meal and finished our coffee.
Claire stood up and said, "Mum, how would you like to see one of the bars I go to with my friends its called Matt's place."
I looked at what she was wearing, a short mini skirt and shirt with heavy Doctor Martin boots, I then realised I wasn't really dressed for a bar, I was wearing a light summer dress it was probably a bit much or too little for a bar.
"Umm honey, I don't think so I'm not really dressed for a bar." I said looking at my clothes.
Claire took my hand and said, "Mum you look great, its just a bar with a small dancefloor. Come on let's have some fun, we can tell Dad about you going there and he can take you there when he gets home."
Of course you haven't had the chance yet, but I would love you to take me to the bar. Anyway we ordered a taxi and went to the bar. I admit when we got there I was surprised how nice it was.
The decor was shiny and clean with tables and chairs and a couple of booth's against the back wall. The bar itself ran from one end of the building to the other.
It was probably about 7pm and the bar was already half full. As we walked in the door Claire greeted various people and shook hands with various people both male and female. She introduced me to her friends, she did tell me their names but there were so many I forgot most of them.
So we got to the bar and the barman, Matt, said hello to Claire and then looked at me, "So Claire, who is this lovely lady,"