Cory tossed his cell phone onto the passenger seat of his car. He was annoyed with the world, but more so with himself. He had just called his father and was about to head over there to visit him. His father had seemed distracted, but welcomed Cory to come over. He had always been close to his Dad, but now he needed a favor and it sucked.
Cory hoped his Dad would let him crash with him for a bit. He glanced over his shoulder at his backseat, which was now holding a lot of his belongings. The trunk was also stuffed with his things. His shoulders slumped a little in defeat before he started the car and headed to his father's house which was well North of the city.
He acknowledged to himself that Jen had had every right to kick him out. They had been dating for eight years, and living together for five of them. On the surface, Cory was a great boyfriend. He was good looking, fit and strong. He worked hard and had a good career. He earned more that decent money and they had nice things to show for it.
He bought Jen anything she wanted - jewelry, fancy car, nice clothes, and even a nice house to live in. Jen worked too, but didn't earn nearly what Cory did. Not that it mattered to Cory, but it was just a fact.
All of Jen's friends had thought she was so lucky to have Cory. Jen would tell him how they gushed over all she had and how handsome her boyfriend was. The only real sore spot in Jen's world was that Cory refused to marry her. He was dead set against marriage. Jen would lie and tell her friends that they had both decided they didn't want to legally be married, but that in their eyes they were as good as married. It was a lie, and in private she would hound Cory about it relentlessly. He sometimes surmised that when he did bad things it was because of this hounding. A man could only take so much!
Cory wouldn't give Jen a good reason as to why he was so against marriage. He couldn't blame his childhood since his parent's had had a great marriage right up until his mother became sick with cancer and passed away. He already lived with Jen in a house he bought for them, so seemingly he was completely committed on the surface of things. Perhaps it was the things below the surface that kept him from making the leap toward marriage. The things that Cory couldn't possibly admit to Jen, because then he would lose her for certain.
All of Jen's sexy little friends that were so enthralled with all Jen had were a source of pleasure for Cory, and not just for his pride. He had fucked every last one of them. Even Eve, the chubby one of the group, though Cory wasn't normally into bigger chicks. In fact Eve had even been the most nasty freak in bed. She had licked his asshole like a hungry slut and got on her hands and knees and took it hard. Truth be told, not that he liked to tell it, Cory was a cheater of epic proportions. He liked to assure himself that Jen had to known all along, and she chose to turn a blind eye to his wandering dick.
The shit hit the fan the day before. He fucked up worse than he had ever fucked up before, and he got caught. He let his cock do the thinking and ended up kicked out of his own fucking house, and now he had to beg his Dad to let him crash there while he tried to sort things out with Jen. He rolled his eyes at the pathetic situation as he rolled up into his Dad's driveway and put his BMW in park.
Cory knocked two quick raps on the door before letting himself into the unlocked house. "Hey Dad!"
"In here, Son." Dean called back.
Cory followed his father's voice toward the living room. He stopped in the door way a bit surprised. He found his father wearing a thin short robe standing next to a sexy little woman with extremely long blonde hair and a great set of tits. She was probably about Cory's age, about twenty-eight or so. Cory watched in silence as his father counted out cash and handed it to the pretty little thing. She glanced at Cory and blushed softly as his father placed the cash in her hand. She quickly stuffed it into a small purse she had with her and then leaned up on her tippy toes and kisses his father full on the lips. The kiss was lingering and made Cory more than a little uncomfortable.
"See you soon, Dean." She said with a soft English accent. She ducked past Cory and left.
Dean smiled like a satiated man. Cory knew that look very well. "Did you just...?" He couldn't even bring himself to ask.
"I just paid her for dirty sex, yes." Dean said without compunction.
"Who is she?"
"Ah just a neighbour. She lives down the street with her husband and kids. Hot little body for having three kids, wouldn't you agree?"
Cory's face must have registered his shock. His father paid a married woman for sex? Cory wanted to be disgusted with his father, but given his own wayward ways he couldn't exactly fault his father. And having seen the pretty little woman, he would have paid her for sex too! Dean sat down and asked Cory to do the same. It was clear to Cory when he sat opposite of his father that there was nothing under the thin robe. Cory averted his eyes.
"Don't get on your high horse, son. She needs the money. Her husband was laid off when the automotive market tanked. He was out of work for five months before he found something. He is working again, but making less money. They had fallen behind with bills during the five months he wasn't working. I met Ali while out for my evening walks. She was in the park with her children the first time."
"Dad, how do you go from 'nice weather, isn't it'? To why don't I pay you for sex so you can pay your mortgage and feed your kids?"
Dean chuckled at his son. "We met a few times. She was sweet and shy. Eventually one day I ran into her at the supermarket when she was alone. I was behind her at the cash and she went over her budget. She didn't have the money to pay for all the items she needed and was about to put some back. I paid for them. Once we both got outside I walked with her to her car. I took a chance and asked if she might be interested in a little agreement. She came back to my place that same day and sucked me off for helping her out. She needed the money and I get off on paying for sex. Simple as that."
Cory's jaw dropped. Who was this man, and where was his straight laced father?
"Did you come here to judge me? Or was there another reason?" Dean asked his son now.
"Oh right." Cory shook his head. "And for the record I am not judging you. I just never saw this side of you before." He cleared his throat. "Jen kicked me out."
"Of your own house?"
"Well, I messed up, badly. We'll settle things with the house since it is mine, but in the meantime she kicked me out." Cory said lamely. "She kinda had every right to."
