Heather Brown - Wild housewife

"Then you never remarried," I concluded.

"Nope," he laughed kind of boyishly. "How about you, Carol, did you ever find anybody else?"

Because of our impromptu conversation, Ernie was ignoring Susan's invitingly spread buns. She didn't like it one bit. When Ernie wondered if I had had relationships with any other men after him, Susan interrupted and answered for me.

"No, she hates men," she venomously spat. "No man's good enough for her-she's such a dyke. And she's trying to turn me into a lesbian, too. I got pregnant just to show her I was straight no matter how hard she tried to make me like her."

I reeled as though I had been struck with a series of crunching blows. Susan had never spoken to me with such hostility.

What had happened was obvious. Confronted with the father who had never had enough time for her as a child, she was now determined to win his love and approval at any cost.

No matter how much it hurt her mother.

"Daddy!" Susan whined irritably. "Pay attention to me, not that dried-up old bitch."

"I'm talking to your mother," Ernie tried to shush her, showing me more courtesy than he ever had during our marriage.

"Like hell you are, if I have anything to say about it," she hissed, and kicked his shin. "If you think I'm going to let that dyke come between us, you're dead wrong!"

"Go ahead and fuck her," I said, resolving Ernie's dilemma, feeling thoroughly defeated. "You might as well give her what she wants. It's certainly clear now that I haven't been able to."

"What about you, Carol?" Ernie asked.

"I feel like a third wheel," I sighed. "I think I'll go out for some air.

Ernie started to say something, but Susan kicked him again and made him yowl instead of speak. By the time he got his bearings, I'd grabbed a coat and was gone from the house.

I walked around the block several times, trying to think things out. My conclusion was always the same: there was no place for me in a relationship involving my husband and daughter. I just couldn't stand to share Susan.

Noticing that I was passing by the house for the fourth or fifth time, I decided to go up on the porch and peek through the window. Something told me that it was the last time I'd ever see my child or her father again.

As I expected, they'd lost no time in getting down to business once I was out of the house. Ernie's stiff 'cock was plowing like a farm implement up the furrow of Susan's ass. She was screaming from a triple combination of pain, joy, and triumph.

He bucked and came in her. The excess jizz foamed from her anus and poured down the backs of her legs. Then Ernie pulled out his still-spurting hard-on and sprayed the last of his goo all over her back and buns. When Susan flopped over, he smeared the final globs all over the erotic slope of her pregnant belly.

I'd finally seen enough. Turning toward the street, I left the house without looking back.

This time I traveled the road going out of town. When I eventually glanced over my shoulder, the lights of Serendipity were glowing specks in the darkness.

At least, I consoled myself, I'd had over sixteen years with Susan, almost three with her all to myself. I'd seen her grow up-become a woman before my eyes, with a child of her own growing inside her to prove it.

No one could take away my memories of how close I had been to my daughter. But it was clearly her father's turn to love her now, and I wouldn't stand in the way of the inevitable.

I was wondering what the world held for me when the asphalt beneath my feet began to hum from an approaching vehicle. When it caught up with me, the grizzled driver of the battered pick-up truck slammed on his brakes and poked his head out the window.

"Hey, lady," he hollered, "what you doin' out here in the middle of nowhere at this time of night?"

"Looking for a ride," I told him.

"Sorry can't help you," he said. "I'm just takin' this load of fertilizer out to my farm."

"I'll give you a blow-job for a hitch to the nearest city."

"Glory be, a whore in Serendipity!" he exulted at his find. "I never thought I'd see the day. Lady, you're in the wrong place."

"I know." I went along with his assumption, feeling for all the world as though I were telling the God's honest truth. "I've got to get to a decent-sized city so I can get out on the streets and earn a living."

"That's the American way, lady, the American way," he congratulated me on my pluck. "What do you want for a fuck?"

"Cost you twenty, along with the ride," I said, thinking of how much I could use the money since I'd left everything behind.

"You got yourself a deal," the driver of the pick-up called. "Climb on in."

Scrambling across the road, I trotted around the front of the truck, hoisted myself into the cab, and slammed the rickety door behind me. I felt like I was slamming the door on my past. I was suddenly an entirely different person than I had ever been.

"Charlotte a big enough city for you?" the driver asked with a gap-toothed grin.

"If you're willing to take me there, stud."

I had his cock out of his pants before he'd let out the clutch. I was on my way.