Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any of this behavior in real life. It is merely a work of fantasy fiction. All of the characters portrayed are of the legal age of at least 18.
This story involves elements of mm, mf, and has some gay elements to it. If this offends you, please do not read.
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DAVE
"Dave, hunny... what are you looking at?" My wife Dana asked as I stared out the back window into the pool.
I turned around, and casually took a sip of my coffee.
"The leaves. The fucking leaves..." I started.
"Dave don't use that language..." she argued.
"I just cleaned the pool, and there's already leaves in it." I finished my statement, leaving out the swear words.
Dana hustled off into the kitchen, yelling back to me as soon as she rounded the corner.
"I didn't see any leaves in the pool!"
She was right, there weren't any leaves in the pool, it was a lie.
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KRISTEN
I could hear them from my room. They couldn't be private or inconspicuous about it at all.
I mainly just hear my mother. My dad was always fairly quiet for the most part. Every now and then I might hear him yell out in frustration, but aside from that, it was mainly just my mother doing the yelling.
The fights would usually run into the early morning hours, depending on the subject matter, and then I'd hear a door slam, and later on find my dad passed out on the couch or watching a movie.
Tonight was no different.
I heard my mother shout something, one last dig at my father, and then the door slammed.
I waited for a little bit, maybe 20-30 minutes before deciding it was clear to grab some water for bed.
As I entered the living room, I caught a glimpse of the tv screen through the mirror. It was difficult to make out through the glass window and the mirror, but it looked like a sex scene. This wasn't abnormal of course, although, I really didn't want to walk in right in the middle of a sex scene, regardless of how vanilla it might be.
I loved my father, but I had always felt uncomfortable around them when it came to sex. My mother was a church going woman, and she was the type that would stand up and fast forward through a kissing scene, even if I've just turned 18. As for my father, well he was fairly liberal when it came to sex, as far as I could tell, although I still wouldn't want to sit through a sex scene with him, no matter how mild.
I decided to make some sort of announcement that I was walking into the room, just in case it was something more than "vanilla."
I hit my ring tone on my phone and gave it a quick second as I watched in the mirror.
BAM
"Ohhh..." I covered my mouth as I gasped.
I saw the screen go black in the mirror and then the screen lit up with what looked like the news.
"Hi daddy..." I was quiet. "Sorry, I thought my phone was on silent... I hope I didn't wake you." I said with a baby face.
"Not at all sweetie, I was just catching up on the news." He quipped back.
"Okay good..." I paused before entering the kitchen. "Everything okay?"
He turned around in the couch. He was wearing a v-neck tee with a pair of boxer briefs. His hair was wavy with grey streaks through it. He had a well kept beard with the same grey... he was... handsome. I've never thought of him in that way, but I guess I could admit to myself now that he was, indeed, handsome.
"Yeah sweetie, everything is peachy." He said, not as sarcastic as it could be.
He paused... sighed.
"No... it's not okay." He managed a deep breath.
"Dad..." I wasn't sure what to say. "Do you need to talk?"
I walked toward him, taking a seat on the couch next to him. My t-shirt slid up my thigh as I sat down, and suddenly I felt a little bit too exposed to be sitting next to my dad having a private conversation.
"I'm going to leave..." he put his face in his palms. "I'm sorry my love, but I can't stay." He lifted his head up and looked me in the eyes. "I can't do it anymore... I can't keep up this fight with your mother. She's a great person, a great mother... wi... great wife... we're just no longer great together."
"Dad... it's okay. I see how she is with you. I know that she probably..." I wasn't sure how to approach this conversation or what to say to make him feel better.
I thought about the sex scene that was playing before I walked in. I wondered what it was. I wondered just how bad it was that he felt the need to change it. I wondered if it wasn't just a regular movie... but, more of an adult movie. Then, I wondered if that's what he and my mother were arguing about.
"What sweetie?" He asked.
"Maybe she doesn't give you what you need." I told him. And, I immediately felt awkward.
He shifted in his spot. Uncomfortable.
"People grow apart sometimes. They're interest change." He was using his words carefully. "We don't have anyone renting out the cabin right now... I was thinking of staying there, kind of getting my head right. Let your mother do the same. Give us a chance to make a rational decision instead of acting out of anger."
It seemed reasonable. More reasonable than I'd imagine most couples being at 20 years of marriage. But, then again... this was my father talking. My mother might not be that easy.
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DAVE
You always wonder what would happen if you get caught. At least that was my thought process. I never really pictured my daughter catching me. For me it was always my wife.
She was a religious woman, so porn was completely taboo... ALL OF IT. She had never actually caught me watching it per se, but she had found it in my possession, and it was not pretty. The next morning we were in counseling. That abruptly ended when they counselor suggested that pornography wasn't always just a negative thing. Of course, she was a bit more liberal, and this was the last time that we would see her. As a couple anyway. I started seeing her on my own. She was surprisingly empathetic to my situation, and helped me to understand and accept who I was. I usually see her once a month, and we talk about life, which is refreshing when your bogged down with a relationship like I'm in.
So, as I was saying, I had always pictured my wife catching me watching porn, so to hear my daughter's phone go off, it sent me into a panic. I would normally eject the movie, and go put it back into my hiding place in the casitas.
But, this time I forgot.
I kissed Kristen on the forehead and said good night. With that I was off to the casitas for some much needed rest. It was only when i finally laid down in bed that my heart sank. I had left the DVD in the player.
I jumped up and looked out of the window. I could see the dull flicker of the tv through the house glass door.
She was watching tv. There was no way that she'd be putting on a movie this late, I reassured myself. I could go back in and grab the movie out of the player, that'd be too obvious. I laid back down, and thought to myself that it was in dates hands. If I was lucky, I'd wake up early and grab it out without incident.
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KRISTEN
I got comfortable on the couch after grabbing my water, and I began flipping through the channels. I was looking for something that I really didn't have to pay attention to, something to fall asleep to.
I was about ready to settle on some suspense movie, when it suddenly hit me.
My dad never got up and went to the DVD player to remove a DVD. Hmmm I thought to myself as I popped up off of the couch and walked toward the player.
I let my finger linger over the eject button for quite some time, before finally pushing it.
