116 comments/ 206949 views/ 66 favorites A Trial Separation By: Slirpuff I'd like to thank Wolf Vixen for all her help in catching my errors and helping me improve the quality of my stories. So sit back with the beverage of your choice and see what unfolds when his bride blind sides him. * * * * * They say, there is a fine line between our two strongest emotions, love and hate. On one end of the spectrum, you have a love so strong that someone would willing give up their life for the one they love. Isn't that what they refer to as undying love? On the other side though, you have an individual who would do anything in their power, to satisfy or act on their burning hatred of another. Even to the point of causing themselves harm. Pretty intense wouldn't you say? However, most couples go back and forth in their marriage between the two, but not to that extreme in ninety nine point nine percent of the cases. We do however slip over the line in times of stress and especially if there is an ensuing argument. I now can attest to that. For me, I call it going to the dark side. My name is Steve Moore and I'm a business manager for Atlas Plastic. I just turned thirty-two last month and have been married to the love of my life, Kay, for the last eight and a half years. We've got two boys, Danny who is six, and Kenny who is seven and we live in a huge box of a house in the suburbs just outside of Atlanta. We've got a shit load of friends who live in our same neighborhood and most weekends are spent going over to someone's house for either a party or BBQ. Where we used to live, when we first got married, I also had a ton of friends but Kay didn't care for most of them. They weren't quite as refined as our current ones and could care less what kind of car you drove or how big your house was. They were a burly group that loved to party but would give you the shirt off their back is you needed it. When Kay made the decision we needed to upgrade to, as she put it, a nicer area we had our first big fight. Our house was only fifteen minutes from where we both worked and had been a fixer upper so our house payments were pretty low. I'm what you'd call a lay back kind of guy and could care less about the finer things in life, unlike my wife who was always looking for something better. So when Kay said we needed to move I put up a fuss for about a week and then thought, "what the hell." You see most things really aren't worth arguing about. A car, a house, clothes, they're just material things that in the end don't mean squat. So when Kay dug in her heels I just let it roll off my back. It just wasn't worth the energy it would take to argue with her about it. You may call me a wimp but I can count on one hand the number of fights Kay and I've had over the last eight years. That is until last night. Kay works at an interior design studio owned by one of our neighbors. She works from 9:00 am until 3:00 pm, so she can get the kids off to school in the morning and be home when they get off the bus. I on the other hand work from 8:00 until 5:00. Depending on traffic, I get home usually about 5:45 now. When we lived in our last place, I was home and had a beverage in my hand by 5:15. Tuesday night there was an accident on the road and I didn't get home until almost 6:15. I was a little stressed by the time I got to my driveway but thought what the hell, at least I was finally home and could relax with my bride. I snuck in the back door and went upstairs to change into a pair of shorts and an old tee shirt. I was walking down the stairs towards the kitchen when I heard Kay on the phone. "Don't worry Peg you know Steve. He'll go along with anything I say," I could hear Kay tell her sister. "No, he won't get mad and I think I know my husband a little better than you do. I've got it all worked out and I plan on talking to him tonight after dinner. Yes I'll call you and tell you what he says. Well got to go girl, I've got dinner to finish. Talk to you later," Kay said hanging up. "What do we need to talk about?" I said as I walked around the corner. "Steve, you startled me," Kay said as I came into view. "Let me ask again, what do we need to discuss that has to wait until after dinner," I asked getting a beer from the refrigerator and sitting down at the kitchen table. "Let's wait until after dinner when the boys are upstairs." "Alright, what did they do this time? I talked to them about the go-cart and not hitting golf balls in the backyard, what else could they have done since Saturday afternoon?" "It's not about the boys, its us." "Well, I haven't done anything bad, since grabbing your ass at Frank's Grill last Friday night. And the only reason I did that, is because you looked so hot in those new jeans so it must be you. What did you buy this time?" I asked trying to add a little levity to our conversation. "I'm not talking about that. Its about how we feel about each other," she started to say. "Well babes, you know I love you and I know you love me, so what's the problem?" "Steve, you know I love you," she said holding my hands in hers. "But I'm not sure if I'm still in love with you any more." "What? I don't understand Kay?" I told her not liking were this conversation was heading. "If you've got something to say, just spit it out." "You're the best and most thoughtful husband in the world and a great father," she said touching the side of my cheek. But I'm just not sure I feel the same way about you as I did when we got married," Kay said with this concerned look on her face. "I'm thinking about a trial separation so I can get my feelings sorted out." "Kay I don't understand. When in the hell did all this happen? Before or after we kissed goodbye this morning," I said now getting a more than concerned where she was going with this. The shift from love to hate had now started. "I've been thinking about it for a while but didn't want to say anything until I was sure what I wanted." "I don't understand, where do you want to go?" I asked. "Well, I thinking about you moving in with your mother for a while. Since your dad died she's been bouncing around that big house by herself. Maybe she'd like some company for a little while?" Kay said like she was talking to a little child. Now I was starting to get angry but held it inside. "How are you going to pay for the house and every thing else if I leave?" I asked, fully knowing what was coming next. As you can see, I am now edging towards the dark side. "Well, you'll still have to make the payments but it won't be forever. Just until I have a chance to sort out a few things," she said in her most loving and caring voice. I stood up. "No." "What do you mean, No?" a surprised Kay replied. "Kay, what the fuck about No don't you understand? No I'm not moving in with my mother. And No, I'm not leaving my house and two sons. If you need to leave and get your head and ass wired together, go for it. I don't want you here either if you're, 'not in love with me' any more, as you so eloquently put it. So, since I'm this great fucking guy, I'll even help you pack," I said slamming my beer down on the table and walking up the stairs to our bedroom. It shocked the heck out of Kay when I came back downstairs with an arm full of clothes from her closet. "Put these in your car, and I'll be down with the next load in a minute," I said tossing them on the living room couch and running back up the stairs. When I came down with the next handful Kay started yelling at me to stop. "I thought you wanted a separation? I'm just helping you move your stuff out, that's all," I told her in a calm voice. At this point, I'd crossed the line from love and was moving into the hate category in my feelings for her, or as I like to now call it; the dark side. "I want YOU to leave Steve," she now yelled at me. "That's not going to happen Kay. This is my house and I've done nothing to either you or the kids to warrant you kicking me out. Now, if you want to move down into the basement, I can put your stuff down there," I told her as I dumped my second armload clothes on top of the others. This was not going as Kay had planned. "Steve was suppose to tuck his tail between his legs and move out without saying a word," she said to herself. "He wasn't supposed to put up a fuss, now what the hell do I do?" "Let's talk about this like two adults Steve." "Kay, I think you've said enough. At least I now know how you really feel about me. So make up your mind. Where do you want your clothes? Because you're sure as hell not staying in my bedroom any longer," I said trying my best to stay calm. When our sons Danny and Kenny walked through the door they wanted to know what was going on. "Mom's just moving some of her stuff, that's all. How about if we go out and get a few burgers and let her finish?" I didn't have to ask twice. We were gone and back within forty-five minutes with the food. However we came back to a few extra people, two policemen. "Evening officers. Can I help you?" I asked getting out of the car and telling my sons to go inside. "We got a call about a domestic dispute and need a word with you," the big one told me while keeping his hand on his gun. Looking at his hand I said, "officer you won't need that," as I explained what I had come home to. "I haven't raised my voice, threaten her nor my kids but told her I wasn't leaving my house. My names on the mortgage, I pay all the bills and unless there's a court order floating around, which I strongly doubt, I think I'm well within my rights to be here. I told my wife if she wasn't happy with me, she could move out and I'd even help her pack." They both snickered and got a kick out of my dilemma. Kay was hot to say the least when the policemen told her there was nothing they could do. However, they did say that they would file a report stating that I was calm and presented no danger to either my family or myself. But that Kay was ranting and raving and using profanity in talking to us about her husband. Finally, that I had only wanted to help my wife load her personal items into her car. That was all they witnessed. I thanked them, shook their hands and they wished me good luck. Kay was now fuming that she hadn't gotten her way. "Steve, why don't you just leave and make it easier on all of us?" she shouted at me. "As I said Kay, that's not going to happen. So decide where you want your stuff, in the car or the basement. It's your choice. The boys and I are going to eat out on the deck, so think very carefully about what you do next," I said grabbing the food and heading out to the deck where my boys were waiting. "What's wrong with mom?" "Who knows, maybe she had a bad day at work. Guys, lets give her some space. You know mom, she be back to her old self in no time," I told my boys but I didn't believe one word coming out of my mouth. We ate and then watched a special about the 'X Games' that were going on in Atlanta. It wasn't until almost 8:30 before we finished. "Why don't you guys go upstairs and let me see what's going on you're your mother," I told them. "I'll be up later to check on you." They went upstairs and I went looking for Kay. She was gone and had left her clothes piled on the couch were I'd dumped them. I went upstairs and noticed a few drawers opened and two of her suitcases missing. "Well, I guess that answers that," I said sitting on the bed wondering what was going to happen next. Hell I'd left a loving wife and family at 7:15 this morning and now at 9:00 tonight, I had my two boys but no longer had a loving wife. Life really sucks sometime. "Mom I need a big favor," I said as I called my mother. I gave her the sort version and asked if she'd come over and see that the boys got off to school on time and to be here when they got home. "Maybe Kay's hormones are just acting up. She'll probably be back as soon as she realizes what an ass she made out of herself, but I'll be over in the morning just to make sure." I thanked my mom but said I wasn't quite as sure as she was. I was right. Kay didn't come back Wednesday or Thursday. She did call the boys Thursday afternoon to say hi to them but not to me though. I guess I was still the asshole. By Saturday morning I was concerned but pissed also. "You've got no one but yourself to blame," I said as I started to beat up on myself. "If you hadn't been such a milk toast all these years, Kay never would have tried to kick you out of your own house. Now she's sulking at her parents and telling everyone what an insensitive louse I was for not considering her feelings. Screw her and this damn house," I said looking around. "I never wanted it and it's way too big for just the four of us anyway." Peggy, Kay's sister, did come over Sunday afternoon to pickup a few things for her. "Hey Peg," I greeted her at the door. "I figured she'd send you over to get some more of her clothes, how's she doing?" "You know Kay, it's all about her. She still can't get it through her thick skull why you just didn't roll over for her and give her the house, kids and move out," she said with a smile. "I told her you wouldn't go along with it but she told me she knew you better than I did. Guess she was wrong." "I should have kicked her in the ass a long time ago but I figured I'd keep peace in the family by not saying anything, guess I was wrong. Any idea when she plans on coming back?" "Not a clue. She's still in the poor, poor me stage but moms ready to kick her out if she doesn't get it together. But you know dad, his little girl can do no wrong." "You want to stay for dinner? We're having chicken on the grill, baked potatoes and corn on the cob." "Let me get her stuff together and you've got a deal," she said with a smile. The boys were happy to see Peg and we all had a nice dinner together. She did get two text messages from Kay asking her where the hell she was but she never responded back to her. We all cleaned up and it was close to 8:00 before she said that she'd better get going. "Thanks for stopping by, it was nice to see a friendly face for a change." "If you need anything give me a call. I told my sister she's screwing up a good marriage but her friends are all telling her to stand her ground and that you'll soon come around. I told her you wouldn't, am I right?" "Right as rain girl. But you better go before you get in more trouble than you're probably in right now." Peg gave me a big hug, a kiss on the cheek and was out the door. "Married the wrong sister," I said to myself. The next three weeks were hard. Mom took care of the kids and though Kay would call the boys she refused to talk to me. She did however send me two long e-mails about how bad she was feeling, that I wasn't being a supportive husband and a whole bunch of other bullshit. The one thing that kind of surprised me though, was I was no longer invited to the neighborhood get togethers but Kay was. I guess they'd already taken sides. The kids were the first to notice it and kept asking when their mom was coming back home. "Not sure guys, it's really up to her. I'm not keeping her away she's doing that all on her own." I told them. It was Saturday morning, while we were food shopping, that my life started to turn around. I was walking down an isle with my two sons when someone grabbed me from behind and lifted me off the floor. "You're so pussy whipped you're probably ironing her shorts now too," came a voice out of the past to mocked me. "If this is as high as you can lift me, you're still the out of shape piece of crap you've always been. What Carol sees in you I'll never know," I said laughing. "I thought you dropped off the face of the earth. What are you too good for us any more now that you've got that big house," Randy asked letting me down. "I've always been too good for you. You just never realized it," I said giving him a hug. "Your boys are growing up fast. What has it been two, two and a half years?" "Something like that. How are Carol and the girls?" "Still riding rough shot over me like always. How's Kay?" "I paused for a minute. Pretty good," I replied. "That bad huh. Hey buddy, if you're not doing anything with your new high brow friends tonight I'm having a little get together and we'd love to see you guys." "What time?" I said looking at the boys. "Anytime after 4:00, and bring your own poison. That is, if Kay still let's you still drink beer," Randy ribbed me. "It's a date. Anything I can bring?" "Nope, just yourselves. Well I'd better get my butt in gear or momma will have my ass. See you guys later," Randy said walking back down the isle. "Was that Uncle Randy?" my two wide-eyed boys asked. "Yes, that was Uncle Randy and we'd better get a move on, this is one party I don't want to be late for." We hit Randy's place just after 4:30. Carol came out and gave me a big hug and her girls grabbed my boys and headed for the back yard. "Where's Kay?" Carol asked. "That's a whole other story," I said. "Well, I'm glad you and the boys made it. Everyone will be glad to see you," Carol told me. And they were. The group treated us like we'd never left. The kids and I had the time of our lives. At the end of the night, after most of the group had left Carol, Randy and I sat down. They wanted to know what happened between Kay and I. All I could do was shake my head and tell them I didn't have a clue. "We never fought, hell we never argued," I told them. Maybe that's the problem. I let her do whatever she wanted to keep peace in the family. Hell, I was getting all the sex I wanted and I thought Kay was happy. Who knew?" Carol said it was probably just a "woman thing" but I told her I thought it went deeper than that. "You don't tell your husband that you love him, but you're not in love with him. That's a bunch of double talk. It never dawned on me that Kay might be fooling around but right now I wouldn't bet against it. I'm going to keep my eyes open, my mouth shut and see how it all plays out. No more Mr. nice guy. From now on, it's my kids first and me second and the hell with everyone else. Especially my fair weather neighborhood friends." Every week Peggy would come over on Sunday to get a few more of Kay's clothes. She would always stay for dinner and I found myself kind of looking forward to her visits. I would drop off my boys over at Kay's mom's house on Saturday mornings and hoped to talk to Kay. But after the first blow up, I found it easier just to drop them off and leave. In this way there would be no confrontations on the front lawn again. I went from anger, to almost giving in before finally getting depressed. Hell, I felt like a damn alcoholic going through the seven-step program. I even tried to get answers from Kay by sending her weekly e-mail telling her how much I loved and missed her, but I got nowhere with her. "Steve, please be patient my love," she wrote. "I just want to resolve these nagging issues so they won't crop up later on. I know it's been tough on you and the boys, but just hang in there a little while longer," she wrote. At least it gave me hope. After three long months and while doing the Sunday dishes, Peggy shot a hole through my chest. "Kay went out on a date last night, and it wasn't the first one," she said without looking at me. "I told her she was crazy but she went anyway. I thought you should know," she said still avoiding my eyes. I didn't say a thing. I just stood there with a soapy washcloth in my hands while it dripped on the floor. "Didn't you hear what I said?" Peggy said now looking at me. "She went on a damn date. Say something God damn it," she yelled at me. I was too stunned or shocked to say anything or even move. For the first time since Kay left I thought about my life without her. Sure I'd been angry and ranted and raved a few times but I always thought she'll be back and we'd be happy again. Now for the first time, I thought that might not happen. A Trial Separation "Earth to Steve, are you alive? Didn't you hear what I just said?" Peggy repeated as she now pounded on my chest. "Snap out of it. Your damn wife is out there fucking around on you and all you can do is just stand there?" I grabbed her hands and then put my arms around her. My eyes filled with tears as I could hear Peggy start to cry. "It's not fair. You're such a nice guy and all she's doing is taking advantage of you, it's not right," she said holding me now. No it wasn't right, and I finally snapped throwing the washrag against the wall. "No more. No fucking more," I yelled as the kids came into the room to find out what all the yelling was about. "Dad, what's going on?" they asked. "Aunt Peggy slipped on the floor and when I went to catch her I hit my knee, that's all," I explained to my two boys. "Remember, we've still got that movie to watch and we're waiting on you two," they said walking back to the living room. Peggy and I sat on the couch and my boys sat directly in front of the projection TV. I'd seen Spider Man 3 twice and they'd seen it at least six as we all watched in silence. "I'm sorry," Peggy whispered to me as she held my hand. I was still in a daze and was now well into the dark side. In my mind I was planning my next moves. Not revenge just yet, but ones of self-preservation. After the movie I chased the kids to bed and walked Peggy to the door. "You ok?" she asked. "No, but I'll live." "Call me if you need anything or just want to talk," she said kissing me on the cheek. "You know she's an idiot," Peg said walking out the door. "Call me." Monday I called in and took a vacation day. I got my kids off to school and then hit the computer. We had two Visa credit cards with outstanding balances. I paid off both and closed the accounts. I then went to the bank and transferred fifty percent of what we had left, into a new account in my name only. They told me it would take six business days to remove my name from the existing accounts. I called the H.R. dept where I worked and removed Kay from my life insurance policy, 401K, medical and dental insurance, it was now 11:30 am. I changed the locks on the house myself, including changing the security codes on the front door and the garage door opener. Going to the mall I cancelled my cell phone plan, which cost me an extra $250.00 fee, and started a new plan in my name only. "Wait until Kay tries to use her cell phone, that should get a rise out of her," I said with a smile, the first smile that had crossed my lips in a long time. I left the home phone number the same but put a message on the answering machine, that if they wanted Kay to call her at, and then I gave her parents home phone number, it was now 3:45. The kids came running into the house like always. "Guys I need your old house keys, I changed the locks and here are your new keys," I said handing them each a new key as I took their old ones and threw them in the trash. "All done," I said to myself. "And it only took eight hours to go from happily married husband to a single parent." I knew it was just a matter of time before the explosion would hit. That night the home phone rang and I told the kids to let the machine pick it up. "What the hell do you think you're doing Stephen Moore? My cell phone doesn't work and neither do my credit cards. I need you call me right now and tell me why you're acting like such a shit." Kay only called me Stephen when she was really angry. It had taken me only eight hours to push her over the edge where as, it had taken me over three months to lose it. Peggy called and said she was on her way over. "Grab the kids because we were all going out to dinner." She pulled up, ran up to the door and told us all to get our butts in gear. "What's the big hurry?" I asked. "Kay and my parents are getting ready to come over and have a heart to heart with you. So if you don't want to hear a bunch of bull come with me." We ended up at Sonny's BBQ. It wasn't my favorite but when Peggy asked where everyone want to go I got out voted three to one. The food was good and we were all having a good time. "You know I changed the locks don't you?" "I figured that when I heard you cancelled her credit cards, cell phone and insurance. She told my parents you cleaned out the checking and savings accounts, that's when dad got mad." "I took exactly half, but only after I paid off all the credit cards she's been using for the last three months. That girl sure knows how to spend." "I figured that but you know dad. Lord and protector of his little girls, even when they're wrong," Peg told me. "What are you going to do now?" she asked. "Nothing," I told her. "Nothing?" "Nothing other than putting that monstrosity of a house up for sale. I've hated that house from day one and even if we eventually get back together again I want that house gone." "You can't sell that house without her consent you know." "I know that, but when the For Sale sign goes up we'll be the talk of the neighborhood," I told her smiling from ear to ear. We stayed away for almost three hours. However, it was still a school night and the kids needed to get to bed so we finally headed for home. Are you and mom getting a divorce," my kids asked when I put them into bed that night. "We asked mom and she said no but she doesn't live here any more." "Kids, I can't say yes or no right now. You know your mom and I love you very much, but I don't think she wants to live with me any more so we'll just have to wait and see what she wants." I kissed them both good night, told them I loved them and it would all turn out ok. I grabbed a beer and gave one to Peggy as we sat at the kitchen table. "You know you can't hide forever don't you?" "Don't plan on it. She knows where I live and work so it won't be too hard for her to find me." And find me she did. At work Thursday Kay came storming into my office. "How dare you cancel my credit cards and cell phone," she started. "And when did you change the locks on the house?" "Hello Kay, my you're looking nice. How have you been? Me, oh I've been fine and the boys really miss you living with us. Yes, I've lost a few pounds, thanks for noticing." I just kept babbling at an astonished Kay. "Steve, what the hell are you talking about?" she finally asked. "Just answering all the questions you should be asking after not being apart from our family for almost four months, that's all. Now if you'd like to sit down and talk, that would be nice. But if you're going to yell and scream I'm going to have to ask you to leave, because after all this is a business office." "Alright," Kay said as she sat down in front of my desk. "Why did you do all those things last week?" "Why did you start dating? Aren't we still married, or have I missed something?" I asked. "It was just dinner with a friend, that's all." "Did you sleep with him?" "No I didn't sleep with him, it was just dinner I told you." "Are you going to sleep with him?" I asked. "Steve why are you asking me all these questions?" "I just want to know what my time table is," I told her. "What time table?" Kay asked. "Why our divorce," I told a shocked Kay. "I don't want a damn divorce," Kay shouted back at me. "Well, your acting like you do. Dating, ignoring your husband and kids, buying new lingerie for someone other than me, all the signs of moving on with your life without us. Kay they still send the credit card bills to the house so I know what you buy, just not for whom." "I told you, I don't want a divorce. All I need is a little time to myself, that's all," she told me for about the tenth time but this time I wasn't letting her off the hook. "How much time Kay? How much more time do you need?" I asked. "I don't know, how can I answer that when I don't know?" she replied. "Well when you find out please let me know, but it better be soon if you expect to try and save this marriage," I said standing up. So, if you don't mind I still have a job to do and I've got a meeting in twenty minutes. She tried to kiss me goodbye but I turned my head. She wasn't at all happy but said nothing. "Peg, you want to go to a party Saturday night?" I asked her. "Sure, where?" "Just meet me at the house at 6:00 and dress casually," I told her. Randy and the group were planning a huge, adults only bash and I didn't want to go alone again. We were one of the last ones to get there. "I thought you said 6:30," I quizzed Randy. "Hell I told ever one else 7:00. Hank and Ted came over at 5:30 and started the smoker and the girls made the potato salad and bake beans. Before I knew it everyone was showing up and the party was in full swing by 6:00. So don't blame me." I introduced everyone to Peggy and yelled out, "let's get this party started," as I opened a beer for each of us before Carol and the other girls pulled Peggy away. "Who's the chick?" Randy asked. "Kay's younger sister." "Cute. Is she good in bed?" "Are you nuts? She's my damn sister, how am I supposed to know? One of these days Randy, you really do have to get your head out of your ass." The party was like the ones of old. The beer flowed, the guys bull shitted each other while the women compared notes and complained about their men. Every once in a while I would glance around to see how Peggy was doing. She looked like she was really enjoying herself. After dinner came the couple's games. First it was twenty questions, ten for the guys and ten for the women. The person who got the question wrong had to drink a shot of beer. That doesn't sound like much but by the end of the night, more than a few of us were shit faced. The questions were things that you should know about each other. Birthdays, weight, eye color, where we first met, mother's maiden name etc. I was shocked when Peggy got nine right to my three right. I guess she knew me better than I thought. Next was passing items between the couples. It was pretty easy with the big ones, but when we got to the spoon and shot glass I failed miserably. With all the body contact I got to know Peggy and her firm body, a lot better. I found she was a lot more agile than I was. I kept losing and having to take shot after shot of beer. Like I said, by the end of the night I was feeling no pain. "Let me help you pour him into your car," Randy told Peggy. I haven't seen him this drunk in a long time but I think he needed it tonight. Do you want me to follow you guys home and help you get him to bed?" "No that won't be necessary but thanks for asking. He's got a downstairs guest room and if I can't get him upstairs, I'll just dump him in there," Peg told them as she headed for my house. I had no intention of waking up at 3:45 am, but my bladder had other ideas. I guess you can't drink a gallon or two of beer without paying the piper. As I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed my head started to throb. Hell it hurt to even blink my damn eyes. I bumped into my night table, the end of the bed and the bathroom doorframe before I made it to the toilet. I was going to pull down my shorts before realizing I wasn't wearing any. As I stood there swaying I decided to do it sitting down. Two quarts later, I stumbled back to my bed, still half drunk. I climbed back into bed and moved over to spoon with my wife. She was nude also. I inhaled the sent of her hair before kissing her naked shoulder and neck. I started drifting away when; rubbing against her I started getting more than a little excited and really hard. "There is no way she was going to want to fool around at this time of the morning," I thought to myself. "Hell, even when I woke her up to give her a kiss sometimes she got mad at me." I was still half asleep and wasn't sure if I was in dreamland when I felt a hand on my member. Stroking it she moved it against her butt. She guided me into her pussy as she reached back and pulled my body even closer. With my eyes still closed, I felt her push back until I was fully buried in her. For the next ten minutes we both stroked in complete silence. Our breathing increased, our heart rates shot up, as we got close before finally going over the top. There were no screams or huge thrusts only gentle lovemaking as she milked me of every drop. Still holding her, I kissed the back of her neck as she softly told me to go back to sleep. We didn't move a muscle as we both drifted off, me still inside of her. Even with my eyes tightly shut I could see the light coming through the windows. My head still hurt and my mouth tasted like someone had taken a dump in it as I started coming back from the dead. I tried to remember how I'd gotten home but everything was still a little fuzzy as I pulled her a little closer. "I need to use the bathroom. I'll be back in a second," she said as she jumped up and ran nude into the bathroom. Even in my semi-awake state, I could hear her brushing her teeth and using the mouthwash. She wasn't at all gentle jumping back onto our bed. "If you expect any action this morning hit the bathroom and do something about that breath. I can still smell me on your face," she said with a laugh. Alright I was still a little drunk, a lot tired and maybe my brain wasn't firing on all eight cylinders but when I heard her laugh some thing clicked. "This wasn't Kay. We're separated and she hadn't been home in over four months," I said to myself as I sat up and looked right into Peggy's eyes. "As I said, if you want any you'd better get a move on. Remember, you told your mom we'd pick the kids up after lunch so get going," she said kicking me out of bed. As I brushed my skuzzy teeth and washed my face I looked back at Peggy more than once as she sat nude on the bed with her knees up and her arms curled around them. I pinched myself once and looked in the mirror to make sure this wasn't some crazy dream. "How, when, why," I hit all the adjectives trying to figure out how this happened. "Well when I got you home, you were pretty drunk. I finally got you in the house and as we started up the stairs you slipped, grabbed me and we both went sliding all the way back down the stairs. You thought it was the funniest thing and started laughing which got me laughing. You pushed me, I push you back and then we started wrestling on the carpet. You kissed me out of the blue and then started chasing me through the house." "I kissed you?" "Well, it wasn't much of a kiss," Peg said. "So, you chased me upstairs and into your bedroom. I told you to get undressed for bed and you told me that if you were getting undressed I should be too. I though what the hell, I'd get you undressed and into bed and sneak out after you fell asleep. So you made me a deal, you took off a piece and then I would. After a couple of minutes you were down to your briefs, I thought you'd be a boxer type of guy," Peg interjected. "And?" I had to prod her to continue. "Well like I said, you got down to your shorts and just pealed them off and threw them on the pile of clothes. Well, I took off my panties and told you to get in bed. You climbed into bed and pulled the sheets back for me. Hell I figured you'd pass out in a couple of minutes and in your state I figured I was safe. I guess I was wrong." "Well one thing led to another and we almost did it." "What do you mean we almost did it?" I asked her. "Well Steve, you basically came at me with kisses, tongues and a million fingers," Peg said now with a big smile on her face. "I never knew you were so kinky or had no inhibitions, Kay never shared that fact with me." "Why didn't you stop me," I asked. "You're family, God damn it." "Steve, Kay's been going out for at least a month and I figured you deserved a little payback. Besides, I've always had the hots for you and wanted to find out how good you were in bed and I wasn't disappointed." "You mean we did it last night?" "I wish. You were pretty drunk and when you flipped me on my back you literally dove between my legs. I never would have expected you to be that oral, not that I'm complaining mind you," she said running a finger across my lips. "Well lover, you got me off once and before I could come down you started on me again. You really do have a talented tongue," she told me licking my bottom lip. "Well, I was going to recipicate and give you the best blow job you've ever had but when I got you on your back you kind of passed out on me," Peg said almost pouting. "Why didn't you get up and leave after that? Hell I never would have remembered what we did last night." "I thought about that but I was tired and figured you'd sleep until noon. How in the hell did I know you'd want seconds at 4:00 in the morning? When I felt you pressing against my backside, I just reached around and slipped you in. Hell I was still lubed up from last night so you just slid right in. It had been a long time and it felt good to have you so close. It wasn't wild and crazy sex, but I liked it just the same. You were so loving and gentle and if I didn't know better I would have sworn it had been a beautiful wet dream. So, now I want that hot sex you promised me last night," she said pushing me back on the bed as her mouth covered mine. "We can't, Kay's your sister," I tried to say. But my pleas fell on deaf ears as she attacked me. Peggy was a lot shorter than Kay. Where Kay had 36C breasts, Peggy's were about a 34B and her nipples were a lot smaller, I guess that was because Peg never breast-fed two hungry boys. The final difference I could see, besides Kay having brown hair and Peg being a blonde, was their butts. Kay's was kind of long and round while Peggy's was short and full. Kind of like, as they say, junk in the trunk. My mind kept screaming NO, but my body gave into what she was doing. The first load went to the back of her throat and the other two kind of dribbled out but Peg never missed a drop. "Now you can do me while you recharge," she instructed while lying back on the pillows. "Let's see how good you are sober," she said with a smile as she pulled her legs up. It was like some kind of damn celebrity challenge. I didn't just dive in this time. I licked and teased her until she was covering her face with a pillow screaming for me to finish her off, as she started rubbing her clit herself. I flipped her over on her stomach, raised her ass into the air and rammed my dick home. I buried all six and a half inches in one stroke as Peg pushed back with her hands now on my headboard. For the next ten minutes, I gave her the hot monkey sex she had been asking for. I pounded away and played with her clit as I drove both of us to new heights. Thank God I'd shot off earlier or I never could have lasted this long at the pace we were now going at it. The way she was breathing and moaning I could tell she was close and I didn't have more than thirty seconds left myself. I wet my index finger with her love juices and on my upstroke inserted it into her ass as she screamed out. I knew I was done as I started shooting my loads into her pussy. Peggy joined me fifteen seconds later yelling at me not to stop, as she started to climax below me. I kept pumping until I basically got too soft and fell out of her. Rolling over on the bed next to her, I pulled her on top and just held her there in my arms as we both came down. "That was worth the wait," Peg said kissing me. "I never would have thought my sister was into ass play. See the things you find out when you sleep with your brother?" Peg said to me as she played with the hair on my chest. "She's not," I replied. "She's pretty much a meat and potato kind of girl who like oral sex done on her, but doesn't like doing it herself." A Trial Separation "Now that's the sister I know and used to love," Peg said giving me a full mouth kiss. "Now get your ass up, we still have to take a shower and pickup the kids." The shower took us a real long time. We kept soaping up each other's private parts but after thirty minutes the hot water started to cool off and we had to end our fun. Over breakfast, with us both sober, I knew I had to have a frank decision with her. "Peg, I don't think it would be wise for us to continue this. After all, I'm married and Kay is your sister," just mentioning the obvious. "Look Steve, I'll stay in the background and no one has to know. And besides, how much longer are you going to keep this charade of a marriage up?" "This weekend," I told her. "If Kay's not back by Saturday morning I'm going to see a lawyer. If she doesn't know by now she never will," I told Peg. I'm not gong to say a thing to the kids because my mom is planning on taking them out of town Friday after school. So by this weekend I'll at least have my answer." Peg seemed more than a little disappointed with my answers. We picked up the kids and all went home to prepare dinner. It was a quiet night between Peggy and I before she announced that she had to leave. I walked her out to her car and held her for more than a moment before she got into her car. I leaned in, gave her a peck and she drove off. My e-mail that night to Kay was short and to the point. "If you've not moved back one hundred percent and ready to be my wife and mother to our kids, I'm calling it quits. Your time is up. It's decision time." Tuesday night Kay called and said she was moving back in. She said that she'd taken off Friday and that we'd have all night to talk. I was elated but sorry at the same time. The week dragged. Kay called me every day and so did Peg. Peg said that Kay was very excited about coming home and that she wished us both the best. When I came home Friday night Kay was there waiting for me, drink in hand. "I grabbed her, kissed her and it felt so weird after four months. We ate. We talked and then talked some more. We both knew what was coming as the hours ticked by. It was like we were both avoiding what was coming next. I was in bed waiting for her when she came out of the bedroom, completely naked. God damn she was beautiful and I wanted her badly. I made gentle love to her like we'd done for the last eight years while she just fucked me back. We both climaxed and I went into the bathroom to get us a couple of warm towels thinking to myself that this wasn't the same Kay that had left so many months ago. "Kay, you didn't make love to me tonight," I told my wide-eyed wife. "I don't know who you were thinking about but it sure wasn't me. And Kay after eight years I know your body as well as my own. You should have been as tight as a thirteen-year-old virgin tonight and you're far from it. Your lover must be quite a lot bigger than I am," I said now sitting up getting ready to get out of our bed. "How long has the affair been going on and please don't insult my intelligence by telling me it just happened," I told her. "Six months," Kay said not meeting my eyes. "But it's over, I broke it off a while ago," she said with this scared look on her face. "So in other words, the real reason you left was to be with him. Is that right?" "It started out that way, that's why I need the time alone to decide who I wanted." "So you've been screwing him all these months and now you expect to just waltz back into my life like nothing happened? Like I'm supposed to just say, its ok honey, I'm just glad you're back. Bull shit!" "Steve, did you fool around with anyone else while I was gone?" Kay asked. "What does that have to do with anything? We're talking about you having a lover for the last six damn months." "I just want to know how damn sanctimonious you really are?" she replied. "Well Kay, there was this one time, but unlike you, I was drunk and didn't find out about it until the next morning," I said getting out of bed. "Now that I know what a lying slut I'm married to, I can make the hard decisions I've been putting off all these months." "Steve, I came back to you. It's over. I made a huge mistake and I admit it. I'm not proud of what I've done, but I'm asking for another chance. I love you and am begging you for another chance to make our family whole again. Please?" What the hell was I supposed to say when she put it to me that way? No? "I need to think about it Kay but I can't do it sleeping next to you. Right now I too damn angry. Just tell me it wasn't one of our friends or someone I work with," I asked. "It was someone I met through work and it's over," she said for the second time. I slept in the spare room Friday and Saturday night. It was lonely but I needed to make some hard decisions going forward. We talked all weekend. She told me to ask her any question and she would answer them truthfully. I didn't want to know any of the details but did ask why. "It was exciting at first and I felt like a naughty teenage girl keeping something from her parents. He paid more attention to me in one week than you had in the last two years. I just fell under his spell but it didn't last. After a while the newness rubbed off and we were just fucking because it physically felt good. We both decided it wasn't worth it and neither one of us wanted our spouses to find out. So that's the short version. I realized I'd made a mistake and wanted you back." By Sunday morning my mind was too full of issues and I needed a break. Dinner at her mom's house was something that had been missing all these months. She put on a huge spread and everyone seemed to be in a good mood except her mom, Peggy and I. As we got up to leave her mom hugged me, put something in my pocket and whispered for me to call her tomorrow before kissing me on the cheek. The next two weeks were hectic. I was still sleeping in the spare room and the kids were happy to have their mother back with them. I took off Friday afternoon and drove home to take care of a few items I couldn't do after working hours or at night. I'd turned off my cell phone, because I didn't want to be disturbed and when I turned it back on there were twelve messages from Kay. I took out a beer and was just about half finished when she came flying through the door waving an envelope. "What the hell is this Steve?" she shouted at me. "What does it look like Kay?" "Why did you have me served? I thought we were going to try again?" she yelled at me. "We almost were Kay, but that was when it was just the two of us," I told her. "There's no hope now for the three of us," I said to a shocked Kay as she sat in a chair. "You see, I was leaning your way because of the kids and all the good times we'd had in the past but something new came to light two weeks ago that put our marriage in the shitter," I told her. "How did you find out? No one knew," she replied. "Does it really make a difference how I found out Kay? So you were going to just play me along, like some stupid sucker and make me believe it was mine. You really are a piece of work you know that Kay? "It wasn't supposed to happen, I'm so sorry Steve. I don't love him, only you. We can take care of this and then go back to the way we were," she now pleaded. "He's given me enough money to take care of it so his wife doesn't find out either." She was digging a deeper hole with every word that came out of her mouth. "I hope the three of you will be very happy." "I love you Steve, I really do. We can get past this and if you want, we can sell this house and buy another one and make a fresh start some where else." "Kay we're done. Hell, we've been done for a long time I just didn't want to accept it. For the sake of the kids you can stay here until the house sells or you find another place to live. I plan on taking the kids with me but you'll be able to see them whenever you want. I want nothing from you other than you out of my life," I told her. She cried the rest of the weekend and when I picked up the kids we all had a long heart to heart talk with them. It wasn't a huge surprise to them that we were splitting up but they still weren't happy about it. After all, it was their mother. We split everything up fifty fifty and after all our bills were paid I still had enough to put down on a small house in a friendlier neighborhood. Kay did take care of her problem and I did respect her wishes of not saying a word to anyone. There was only one problem. You see, Kay's mom that Sunday slipped something in my jacket pocket that changed everything. I called her the next day to verify what she'd given me. "I shouldn't be the one telling you this, but if I don't you may never know the truth," she started. "I found something in the guest bathroom the other morning after Kay moved out and it took me a few days to get up the courage to give it to you." You see, she had found a pregnancy test kit in the trash and it showed that someone has got a bun in the oven, so to speak. Since she was the only other female in the house and it sure as hell wasn't her, which only left Kay. "I didn't want to be the one to tell you but I thought Kay was going to try to pull a fast one on you. Remember, you didn't hear it from me, right?" "Hear what mom?" "I hate to say it Steve, she really has the common sense of a rock but I love her dearly. Don't be a stranger," she said hanging up. That's how I found out Kay was in a motherly way so to speak. I guess it would have been a better story if I'd found the test kit, or had seen the doctor's report or had followed her to some sleazy motel and peeked into the windows. In the end, her own mother had ratted her out. The house I found was close to the one Kay and I had lived in all those years ago. It also was a fixer upper and needed a whole lot of work. It had four bedrooms, two and a half baths and a large patio but no pool. The kids pitched in and my new helper was a real lifesaver. You see after the divorce became finalized, we were all sitting around enjoying a Thanksgiving meal at Kay's moms when the kids spilled the beans. They were telling their mom and grandparents how the new house was coming along and how they each had their own bedrooms and bathrooms. "It is so cool," Kenny told them. "Danny has his room, I have mine, dad and Aunt Peggy have theirs and we still have one left for when people stay with us," he said beaming. "I even got to pick out the color for the walls and trim," he said proudly. "Kenny go back a little will you," Kay asked her son. There is your room, Danny's, the spare room and who else's," she asked. "Dad's and Aunt Peggy's," he said like it was nothing. "And how long has Aunt Peggy been living with you?" Kay asked. "Ever since we moved into the new house," he said munching on his dessert. "Stephen Moore!" Kay screamed out. "I guess someone found out our little secret," I said kissing Peg in the kitchen. "You know, it was just a matter of time. We never told the kids not to say anything, and mom and dad were bound to find out when I started to show," Peg said rubbing her tummy. "Shall we?" I said holding out my arm. "Love to," Peggy replied as we walked into the dining room. It was like the shock and awe of the Gulf War. Kay was pissed beyond belief that I was now with her little sister. Her mom was happy that she was going to have another grandbaby and her dad was relieved he didn't have to break in another son. And Peg and I, we were just happy. I guess I originally did marry the wrong sister but that was something I'm glad to say I rectified before it was too late.