Characters:
Monty Brooke – Mike's best friend. Father of Donnie and husband of Linda. He is famous for cheating on his wife.
Linda Brooke – A quiet woman who is sick of her husband cheating.
Donnie Brooke – Monty's youngest son. He is a lot like his father and his wife Jordan is sick of him leaving her out and has been considering leaving him.
Jordan Kisich Brooke – Mother of two, the heroine and villain of the piece. She believes that she is a little Arabic because of her middle name.
Timmy Brooke – Jordan and Donnie's teenage son.
Katie Brooke - Jordan and Donnie's young daughter.
Mike Lewinsky – A man who is in love with his wife but feels disillusioned. He decides to go on vacation because he is sick of watching television where people assume he is related to Monica Lewinsky. He is not of course.
Febe Lewinsky – Mike's wife, a quiet caring woman who is stubborn in her ways.
Nick Lewinsky – The son of Mike and Febe, their only son. He is almost a man and his loyalties to his father run deep.
Bessie Ward – A wealthy woman who has been hot for Mike for years and finally suddenly becomes his mistress.
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Part Two
The night went out like a lion but the morning came in like a lamb, as all mornings before have come and gone, and Jordan awoke to the smell of coffee and hot toast in the air. She looked down over her body and beside her, getting her bearings and hoping to find her lover next to her in bed. But Monty was not there, and had left her there alone to her own devices of finding her way out of bed. She carefully removed the covers to show her mammary fluids leaking from her breasts and her huge belly, pale from lack of sunlight, bulging out like a mountain. Her eyes were still cloudy from her sleep and so she felt down below to her vagina blindly. It seemed so unimportant when looking at her, the belly and breasts hanging out, and would seem strange to anybody that the tiny opening below them had been the cause of it all. Her thin finger ran its way through her pubic hair and around the lips, gathering moistness and juices that were drying from the night before. She brought it up to her nose and winced at the odor of both his and her expenditures.
She slowly got out of bed, putting on a pair of panties that she had worn the day before. She had no need for a bra, but still picked it up and was putting it on as she walked into the other room to see who was awake. As she entered, Nick was sitting on one of the chairs reading a magazine, to which he took special notice of her as she came into the room. Monty was sitting at the table wolfing down a plentiful share of toast and coffee, and scarcely took notice of her as she sat down by him.
"Is that coffee?" she yawned, rubbing her eyes.
Monty finally took notice of her, if only for a brief moment, taking more concern to the fact that he would soon have to use the toilet. He had little control over his body, or wanted to, as he farted loudly without excusing himself.
"You sick hog!" she exclaimed, moving her chair away from him. "Can't you go in the other room and do that?"
He laughed as she started to cover her nose with her hand, thinking back to the night before when he had taken total control of her. He couldn't get the picture out of his mind of her taking the used condom and sucking the juice out of it, a bonafide hog in his eyes. He leaned over to try and get a kiss from her.
"I'm not kissing you!" she protested, pushing herself further from Monty. Then she looked at Nick, "Did you say there is coffee?"
"Yeah there is some, it might be a little cold." Nick chimed in, looked over at her with a smile. He secretly knew what happened the night before, and was trying to hide his growing hatred for Monty. On one hand, it was Monty who had gotten a woman that he had loved pregnant, and he was forced to watch them perform sexual acts on one another. On another hand still, his father's best interests were brought to question due to the fact that she was forced to be treated like a common whore.
Monty put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him, leaning forward and kissing her hair. She had obviously become quite a refined woman when she wanted to be. He couldn't help his actions, or so it often seemed, and deep in his heart he felt that she would ultimately end up with him. He knew that Mike and Febe had given no sign of complaints in their sex life, and Mike had seemingly become well adjusted to life as a man. Monty leaned down and kissed her neck, she looked so good to him wearing so little, and then he whispered in her ear as she turned to him," I'm sorry. Come on. Don't be so crusty."
She uncovered her nose and gave him the silent treatment, happily taking a cup of coffee that Nick had gotten for her. She couldn't help but feel indifferent to him, although still very much so in love with him. The night before had been so tiring to her, and so she gave in just for the sake of humoring him. She really couldn't get over his horrible smell, and the thought of their bodies being so entwined at the moment almost made her gag. "You always have to do things like that. Even when I was a man it used to bother me." She gently pushed his arm away, "You and your friends would bring a school girl up here and do her in the back room and screw her brains out and then try and gross her out later on."