35 comments/ 102011 views/ 7 favorites Snow Job By: juanwildone Chapter One Cindy Barlow slowed to a fast walk, as she turned onto her street; breaking into a wide smile as she gazed upon the scene before her. She'd started her run in the pre-dawn darkness; aware of the carpet of newly fallen snow but not seeing it. During her run the lightening sky had slowly revealed snow-clad trees and shrubs - not to mention cars and rooftops. Everything was still beneath the recent snowfall as the sun crested the distant mountain range illuminating the winter setting as a sparkling tableau of pristine whiteness. It was perfect; still reveling in the sharpness of the cold morning air and the silence of her footfalls in the newly fallen snow Cindy walked slowly down the street. She turned up the snow-covered driveway and climbed the three steps to the mudroom door. Entering she stamped her feet twice, opened the kitchen door and entered. Having spent the last five months at a college too many zones away - being home was special. She inhaled deeply letting the rich fragrance of freshly brewed coffee brightened her smile. "Morning Dad," was preceded by a kiss and followed with a hug. "I'd forgotten how much I love running after a good snowfall; everything is so fresh and beautiful. I miss that in California." She smiled in the comfort of home as she poured herself a cup and sipped. Everything about the house seemed fresher, nicer than her last visit. In fact, as Cindy glanced around the kitchen she noticed that it wasn't just orderly; it glowed. Fresh fruit filled a bowl on the counter and there were flowers - real flowers - in a vase on the sill of the window above the sink. "It is beautiful isn't it?" Frank sighed with a deep satisfaction. "It's great having you home honey. I have to give the Jenkins credit for scheduling the wedding right between these February holidays, gives people a chance to do some skiing. It does make me feel like an old man though, hard to believe that little Scotty Jenkins is getting married." "Little Scotty? Dad, Scott is at least seven inches taller and has forty pounds of solid muscle on you." Cindy Barlow, all 20 years of her, smiled in fond remembrance of the object of her youthful ardor. She had enjoyed many a fantasy of Scott Jenkins introducing her, sometimes coercing her into the (at the time) unknown ecstasies of love. Yet while those ecstasies were now known, Scotty was no longer available. She quickly covered her mouth with her cup as she felt her face flush in memory of her first Scott Jenkins inspired orgasm. A sleep-over at her best friends - who just happened to be Scott's little sister - house had found Cindy upstairs when Scott came home from football practice. With his sister downstairs Scott must have thought he was upstairs alone in his bedroom as he stripped off his clothes. Cindy watched from the adjoining bathroom until he stood naked in front of his closet mirror. Cindy stood entranced at the nude figure not ten feet away - thank God he'd turned on his stereo to mask the thundering of her heart. It was only when he pulled on a pair of sweat pants that Cindy retreated to the safety of her friend's bedroom; flush with the knowledge that there was nothing little about Scott Jenkins. That night as she listened to the soft, regular breathing of her friend beside her Cindy found herself reaching between her legs and touching herself; her hand sliding beneath her panties into the warm cleft between her thighs. What had been - up to this point in her life - gentle exploratory touching became rhythmic probing and rubbing. She felt an intensifying pleasure just above the entrance to her cunt and concentrated there. The pleasure grew and grew as she masturbated. The feeling intensified to a point where she couldn't stop. Her breathing became a series of moans and whimpers causing her to to cover her mouth with her pillow. Then it happened - Cindy's pleasure crested in her first orgasm; as she shook, then stiffened quietly. Her whole body felt alive and new; Cindy slowly relaxed, smiling in the revelation that she now knew what all the fuss was about. Cindy decided right then and there that masturbation would become a regular part of her bedtime routine. In the quiet afterglow, at the border of sleep and dreaming Cindy wondered what might have happened if Scotty had seen her. What if he'd caught her watching? A delicious fantasy filled her young mind and she began to masturbate again. Scotty, still naked, turned suddenly towards the bathroom and covered the distance before Cindy could exit. The door opened and Scott stood there naked and angry. "Were you spying on me?" Scott towered over her. "No - I was just finishing and I heard a noise, I saw you..." Cindy's voice trailed off as she focused on the growing appendage before her. Not only was it growing, it was getting closer as Scott walked toward her. She hardly noticed his hands on her shoulders as he pushed her to her knees. There it was, right in front of her face. Then it was on her lips - pushing persistently - then past her lips; Scott Jenkins cock was in her mouth. His hands caressed her head and hair as he slowly pushed his cock in and out of her mouth. And then they were naked on the floor and Scott was touching her, just like she was touching herself now. A second, more powerful orgasm swept through her and she'd drifted off the sleep in its echo. It became one of her favorite fantasies with all of its delicious variations; caught by Scott and offering to do anything if only he wouldn't tell. Coerced by Scott forced to be his slut. Worshipped by Scott, his unquenchable need to please her in any way he could. Oh Scotty, oh Scotty, oh Scotty, and oh that nothing had ever come of it. Cindy suppressed her desire to rub her thighs together; she'd wait until her shower. "I haven't met Scott's fiancŽ Gretchen - have you Dad?" Cindy peered over her cup at her Dad. Now that she was more focused on her father he seemed different too. "No, but I hear she's gorgeous. If Pamela is happy with her she must be quite a girl. I wish them great happiness in their marriage." Frank paused for a moment. Cindy watched as he looked down at his hand. She noticed that he wasn't wearing his wedding ring - when had that happened? Why hadn't she noticed it last night? Now that was something to be inquired about later. Now was the time to pursue a different line of questioning. Cindy took a deep breath. "Dad, is mom coming to the wedding?" Cindy watched her Dad closely as she introduced the subject. Well he didn't slam his coffee cup down. He wasn't even frowning - that had to be a good sign. "I assume she is. She's known Scotty all his life." Frank looked at his daughter and shrugged. "Don't know about George." There it was. Almost a year had passed since Dorothy Barlow had run off with her high school boyfriend, George Koswalski. The pair, reconnecting at their 30th high school reunion, had embarked on a torrid affair. During the months that followed Dorothy had used visits to her sister as cover for meeting George. It was George's wife who exposed the adulterers. The result was Dorothy and George both leaving their marriages and running off together. It had been a huge and messy scandal. Frank had been shocked, as much by his own cluelessness as by his wife's betrayal. Cindy turned her head slightly, 'Wow Dad said his name without blowing up' and looked directly at her Dad. This was the first time since her mother left him that he had spoken George's name without any trace of anger. "What's going on Pops? I know you were happy during the holidays and everything but...I figured it was just the spirit of the season and me being home from school. I mean I'm really happy that you're getting past all that's happened - I think its great." Cindy stepped back and looked her Dad over. She noticed that he stood taller, stronger, and exuded a calm confidence. Slowly the pieces began to fall into place. "You know if I didn't know better, I think you've gotten yourself a girlfriend? Ohmigod that's it! I can see it in your eyes. You do have a girlfriend!" Frank blushed slightly, started to say something then thought better of it. Instead he decided on deflection. "Don't you need to shower? I know I need to get to the office. I'll see you tonight sweetie. Bye." "Fine, I'll let it go for now Dad, but tonight, after dinner...the inquisition will begin." Cindy fixed her dad with her gaze. "I've got questions and I expect answers." Frank kissed his daughter, rinsed out his cup and left whistling a cheery "God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman" as he walked out the door. Cindy peeled off her running gear as she walked to her bedroom. She was pleasantly surprised at her comfort level given that her dad was seeing someone. She realized that she was happy because he was happy. He'd been so angry, sad, and depressed when her mom left. Cindy's own reaction had been disappointment bordering on disgust. She had reduced her contact with her mom to e-mail, the occasional phone call, and little more. Whoever her dad was seeing must be pretty amazing. She was looking forward to the evening's interrogation. Cindy got the shower going and sat to pee. Wiping herself she noticed she was a little stubbly. The thought of shaving herself mixed deliciously with her Scott Jenkins fantasies - this could be fun she decided. In a flash she recalled that she had left her razor in her bathroom back at school - damn! No problem she thought as she walked to her dad's bathroom in search of one. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Fortunately, she found one (complete with blades) of her mothers in the back of a drawer. Leaving the master bath Cindy walked to the master bedroom sitting window to enjoy the view. The view out this particular window was one of her earliest winter memories. There was no way to count the numbers of hours she had spent looking out this window. She loved the sight of the bare trees and shrubs dusted with snow. She took comfort in the perfectly smooth expanse of snow-covered lawn. It was one of her dad's points of pride, uniformly green in summer, this morning flawlessly white with the light snowfall of the night before. No that wasn't correct. Cindy blinked in amazement. There was a line of footprints crossing the yard from the back gate to the French doors beside the window. Cindy's eyes widened as she realized the direction of the tracks. Cindy ran back to her bathroom and pulled her running clothes back on. She exited via the kitchen and circled around back of the house. She stopped at the French doors. The footprints were about the same size as hers. Cindy followed the tracks as they lead across the yard, out the gate, and along the old walking path. A thrill of warmth filled Cindy as she followed the trail. These tracks belonged to her Dad's girlfriend - that was an obvious no-brainer. That meant that her Dad's lover had been with him last night and "snuck off" this morning. Cindy smiled at the delicious irony. To think that her dad was hiding his lover from her the way she had done the same when she was younger made her smile even more. The memory of Ryan Johansson and their passionate loving turned Cindy's physical warmth into needy sexual heat; she'd yet to meet a guy quite like Ryan. OH GOD! She recalled when Ryan had been frustrated waiting for Cindy's period to end. Cindy for her part had teased him mercilessly as he walked her home, telling him how horny she was now that her period was over but that they couldn't do anything because her Mom was home. Cindy was surprised to find a note saying not to expect her Mother until seven that night. Ryan read the note from over her shoulder and chuckled, "Three hours - what to do?" Ryan wrapped his arms around her, squeezed her breasts, and gave her nipples a good, hard rolling twist. Cindy reached back and grasped Ryan's hard cock; only her efforts to grab came off more as a series of groping strokes. Ryan responded by thrusting a hand under the front of Cindy's skirt, reaching for her clit. Cindy realized his objective - it would only take a couple of strokes to turn Cindy insatiable. She tried to pull his hand out and failed as Ryan's long index finger pressed through her wet panties and circled her clit. Cindy went from pushing his hand away to holding it in place. Ryan spun her around and pulled her panties down burying his face in her pussy. Ryan was relentless over the next three hours, as he fucked Cindy again and again and again. That afternoon had marked Cindy's transition from parceling sex out to Ryan to earnestly seeking the opportunity. Cindy made a mental note to look Ryan up while she was home. Cindy turned her focus back to the tracks in the snow smiling all the while at her detective skills. She already knew that her Dad's girlfriend lived within walking distance because the tracks had not stopped at a convenient parking area - Dad's lover had no need for a car. She also knew that her dad's girlfriend was in pretty good shape; obstacles were taken in stride and in one place she had jumped onto and over a small wall. And most surprising of all was the tracks indicated a slow measured pace. Her Dad's lover wasn't running home - she was strolling! - must have gotten some good loving last night, eh - or was it this morning? Cindy loved this! The tracks continued, angling up from the path, crossing a street and leading into an alley. This was familiar ground, Cindy recognized that she had been in this alley innumerable times. The tracks stopped at an outside stairway that led to a grandmother unit above a garage. Cindy looked down at the tracks that stopped at the landing and up the stairs again. Her heart began to pound. She climbed the stairs and knocked twice. "Just a minute, I'll be right there." Cindy felt her stomach tightened. The door opened and a blast of heat escaped. "CINDY! I was just thinking of calling you. Come on in. It's so great to..." "Cut the crap Jessie." Cindy pushed past her best friend and quickly scanned the one bedroom apartment. She looked down at the floor beside the door and saw a pair of UGG boots standing surrounded by a small puddle of water. "How long have you been doing my Dad? And don't bother trying to deny it. I followed your tracks here; your boots are still wet. You left his bed this morning didn't you...well? Tell me." Jessica Jenkins removed the towel from her head and walked to her closet. She let the towel around her drop to the ground and looked over her shoulder, "I have nothing to hide." "Damn right you have nothing to hide." Cindy was incensed; her best friend was having sex with her dad - it was outrageous. "How long has this been going on?" "I really don't think that's any of your business Cindy. Frank and I are both adults." Jessie strove to maintain her poise. Thank God she had decided to shower first, then eat. It would have been very uncomfortable to get into all of this with Frank's semen oozing from her (not to mention whatever residue may have been on her lips and chin! Frank was definitely a morning kind of guy.) Up until this moment Jessie thought that everything was safely under wraps. "None of my business - oh really? Well what about your mom Jess, does she know? Because I'm sure she'd be very interested to know that you're shacking up with a fifty one year old married man." "We've been together since September." Jessie ignored Cindy's implied threat to tell her mom - not that she didn't take that threat seriously. Jessie doubted that Cindy understood her real concern in that regard. Pamela Jenkins would be hard competition for Frank Barlow if she knew that he was now available. Jessie's mom styled herself the local matchmaker and she wouldn't hesitate in sending an endless stream of willing women toward the available architect. No - Jessie knew that discretion was everything here. That's why she and Frank didn't go out on dates. Everything stayed at his house which up until this moment had worked out very well. "Six months? You've hardly bothered with a guy for more than a week or two. And what do you mean by "been together" Jess." Cindy walked over to a chair and sat down. This was crazy! Her best friend Jessica Jenkins and her Dad have been having sex since September? "You have to stop seeing him. He's my dad JJ." Jessica finished dressing and walked into her kitchen. She began to make coffee and placed two bagels in a small toaster oven. "Look Cindy your Mom left him for that sleaze-ball George. Your Dad was miserable and you know it. I didn't plan on this happening. I didn't chase after him. But it did happened Cin and I'm glad it did." "Ha, I bet you are. And I for one do not believe for one second that you didn't plan this. You used to hang all over him!" Cindy mimicked Jessica's throaty voice. "Oh Cindy, your Dad is so awesome, I-am-so-in-love-with-him..." "Oh for crissakes Cindy I was twelve years old when I said that." Jessica slathered butter and raspberry jelly on the bagels and poured some coffee. "Okay, I'll tell you how we first hooked...how we first got together. You know how much I love a good party, especially if I can go in a costume. Well I wangled an invitation to the Summer Beach party the Rotary puts on. It was at the Doubletree. I went as a Polynesian witch with all kinds of face make-up on so that I looked older. You know, so I could get drinks. I saw your Dad there. He was trying to have a good time, which I guess he thought meant getting pretty drunk. He went outside to clear his head and I followed with a glass of wine. I was just going to sit and talk with him but when I walked up he looked at me and smiled. I realized he didn't recognize me. I walked up to him told him, I had to disguise my voice, I told him it that what was in my glass was a love potion and I put it to his lips. He sipped and then I did too. And that's how it started." "You drugged my Dad?" Her voice straining in incredulity Cindy leaned across the counter. "As if, I would never do anything like that! I...you're not going to like this any better...I offered myself to him. Oh c'mon Cin when he didn't recognize me, I knew what I wanted to do, what I had to do, I couldn't stop myself. I pulled my top down, poured wine on my right breast and offered my nipple to him. He gave it a quick kiss - I think he was blushing. Then I did the same thing with my left breast; I guess he had never seen a nipple ring up close before." Jessica recalled the thrill of Frank Barlow sucking and kissing her left nipple that night. "He wouldn't stop sucking and licking. So I straddled his thighs and rubbed my hips against him until he was hard." "The rest was pretty easy." Jessica recalled the exact moment that Frank Barlow's cock had penetrated her. He was drunk and he was horny and - oh God - was he hard. She had always wondered about being with an older man; she wondered no more. Maybe the alcohol made him last longer, maybe there was some other factor; but he simply fucked her hard and fast through orgasm after orgasm. Not that Cindy needed to know that. "We both wanted it." She looked at her best friend and decided to be as honest as possible. Cindy deserved it. "He had booked a room so he wouldn't be tempted to drive home after drinking. We went up to it, I insisted on keeping the lights out. We had sex until we both passed out. I woke up early and washed my make-up off my face and gave him a good morning blow job. He was so yummy." "That's a little too much information Jess. God, I can't believe he didn't feel bad about taking advantage of you. I mean you and I are the same age. He's known you your whole life." 'Yeah, well he did feel bad. When he saw me without my make-up he totally freaked. Nothing I said made him feel any better. Oh Cindy he was soooo sweet. He said all the right things, "it was wonderful, I'll never forget this night, you're so beautiful, you'll find a great guy blah, blah, blah." I just listened and nodded, because I knew I had found the guy I wanted." Jessica placed her hand on the back of Cindy's. "Don't worry, I don't mean like falling in love and getting married and kids and everything. He's had a vasectomy after all. Although I would be his mistress if he asked me." Snow Job "Mistress! This isn't funny JJ. He's my Dad. Can't you see how bad this is? What if people found out? He could be ruined." "Oh right! Look Cindy, we are very careful about not letting anyone else know what's going on. In fact as far as I know you are the only other one in the know. And for your information he is more worried about "my" reputation. Besides, the only thing that would happen if this got out in the open is that most of your dad's friends would be jealous and all of your mom's friends would be lining up for a piece of the action. He is such a good lover. That man eats pussy like a lesbo." "JESSICA!" "Sorry, it's just that you've always been interested before in what I do with guys..." "Your other boyfriends weren't my Dad! God this is so...so...." Jessica sat on the stool next to her friend. "Cin, your dad has been the best thing that ever happened to me - period. He talks to me like an adult. He treats me like an adult. Did you know he got me to enroll at the community college? He makes me feel like a woman, he makes me feel whole. And I don't think I'm the only one whose benefited from this - don't you think you're dad is happier now?" Cindy nibbled her bagel and sipped her coffee. She reviewed the last few months. It was true, her dad was happier than she had seen in a long time, a real long time. "Yeah - I guessed this morning that he had a girlfriend. I told him I was going to give him the third degree at dinner tonight. I was happy for him Jess. I am happy for him. God this is so weird...oh all right. Who am I to stand in the way of happiness? You might as well come to dinner tonight JJ. I'm sure you were planning on being there later anyway." "Perfect." Jess hugged her friend. "Oh and Cindy there is no need for you to call me Mom." "JESS!" Chapter Two "Wow, something smells delicious. Is that lasagna?" Frank walked to the oven and peeked in. "Mmmmm. I see you have a bottle of wine out, shall I open it?" "That'd be great Dad. I'm going to go change, can you make the salad?" Cindy kissed her dad on the cheek and trotted off to her bedroom. She couldn't keep from smiling to herself. The evening was about to get very entertaining. "How do I look?" Cindy turned around. The doorbell rang before Frank could answer his daughter. "I'll get it dad, oh shoot, I almost forgot, can you set the table for three? I ran into {ding-dong} Coming!" Cindy opened the door to a very nervous and stunningly gorgeous Jessica. "Whoa." The friends hugged, "I didn't tell dad you were coming, and he doesn't know that I know. So just act natural, okay." "Hey Dad, look who I tracked down today. It's JJ." Frank nearly dropped the bottle he was opening as she saw his daughter and his lover standing arm in arm. "Jessica, what a wonderful surprise. How are you?" "I'm great Mr. B. How are you? Bet you're happy having Cindy home." Jessica was standing slightly out of Cindy's vision as she leveled a lusty leer at Frank that slowly drifted down to his crotch. She looked him directly in the eyes and licked her lips. "I hope my coming isn't a problem. I don't want to make things too hard." "I'm fine." Frank squeaked out in reply then cleared his throat. "I'm fine Jessica. No problem at all...you being here...no problem. You look very nice this evening." "Yeah Jess, got a hot date later? I'll bet some guy is getting lucky tonight." Cindy turned to her friend and smiled benignly. Jess stuck her tongue out at Cindy in reply. Frank heard the comment and ignored it - somewhat unsuccessfully as his "lucky guy" cock twitched in foolish anticipation. "Lets eat - I'm starving." Frank decided that sitting was his best defense so he poured three glasses of wine and motioned the girls to the table. He pulled the chair out for Jessica and was startled when she gave his cock a good groping. Frank nearly yelped in surprise. He grabbed the open bottle and held it up. "Wine anyone?' He went to pour the wine only to find the glasses already filled. He admonished himself to get control and be cool. He could handle this...as long as Jessica kept her hands to herself. Dinner was filled with an endless string of subtle innuendos and double entendres. The girls seemed amazingly oblivious as Frank struggled to maintain a calm demeanor. Twice during dinner - when Cindy had gotten up to get something - Jessica had flashed a bare tit at him and flicked her nipple ring up and down. He was just at the ragged edge of his composure when at the first bite of desert she moaned her cum face right at him "mmm, that's sooo good.". Game, set, and match to Jessica - Frank doubted his ability to stand without a major readjustment of his trousers. "Dad, mind if I borrow the car?" Cindy was up, giving her father a quick kiss on the cheek and heading toward the door, car keys jingling. "I want to do some visiting. Jess, do you need a ride anywhere or will someone be coming here?" Jess stood up and moved beside Frank, "Definitely coming here. If that's all right with your Dad? I'm sure my date will come. Although if he doesn't come, it'll be a first. I'm sure your Dad will make sure I'm taken care of...won't you Frank?" Cindy saved her clearly uncomfortable father from having to reply. "Tell you what Jess, knowing you, I'm sure someone will come. So why don't you just plan on spending the night? That way in the morning you can make coffee and omelets for all three of us and then Dad can drop you off at your place on his way to work. You won't have to walk home through the snow like you did this morning." Frank Barlow's face broke into a decidedly sheepish grin - he'd been had. He struggled to explain but both girls shushed him into silence. Cindy laughed hysterically. Jessica quickly sitting on his lap and hugging her cheek to his. "Don't wait up for me Dad. I probably won't be home until late. Oh, and I would really appreciate it if you two would try not to make too much noise. I love you both but I'm still getting used to this whole...you know, the two of you and all that." Cindy was going to say more but an intense visual image of her Dad and best friend having sex had her spinning on her heel and heading for the door. The sound of the front door closing had barely reached the kitchen before Jessica was straddling Franks lap. She mashed her lips to his. His response found his hands pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders and caressing Jessica's perfect breasts. "You poor, poor horny man, you're as hard as a steel pipe. Was I a bad girl?" Frank moved his hands slowly down to Jessica's thighs. When they moved up toward her hips he stopped and broke their kiss. "No panties? You are bad! I couldn't believe you tonight. Do you have any idea how much I want you?" Jess didn't bother to answer; she reached down between them and unzipped her lover's pants. She freed his erection and angled it toward her wet cunt. It slipped easily into her hot wetness. She began to post slowly up and down to their mutual chorus of moans. Frank helped by gripping two healthy handfuls of Jessica's ass. "Hey, I almost forgot..." Cindy was speaking as she opened the front door. What she forgot was never spoken. She stopped and blushed deeply. "OHMIGOD! OHMIGOD! At least use the bedroom. God, I can't believe this..." she called out to the lovers before the front slammed close behind her, "if I need therapy because of this, you two are paying for it." "Maybe we should take this to the bedroom." Frank spoke as he realized he couldn't stand up unless Jess got off his cock. His futile efforts to stand brought appreciative moans from Jessica. "Ha! Cindy should have at least knocked, and it's not like she hasn't seen worse in college." Cindy ignored his complaints and sat down on his cock. Frank stopped complaining although he continued to mumble their need to go to the bedroom. Frank tried to lift Jess off him and succeeded only in driving his cock deeper getting an appreciative moan from his unsuccessful efforts. "I just don't want her to be uncomfortable in her own house because she saw us going at it in the kitchen." "Oh right, like you're bothered by the fact that she probably screwed Ryan Johansen in every room of this house and on just about every horizontal surface, no to mention a couple of vertical ones." "What?! Ryan Johansson..." Frank's tone was outrage. His physical response a tremendous spasm of his cock which Jessie politely declined to comment upon. "Oops, did I let something slip out that I shouldn't have." Jess raised her thighs up and looked down at the cock barely inside her. She relaxed causing her cunt to drive down on Frank's erection. "Nope, everything right where it should be." "I'll show you where everything should be." Frank leaned forward, eliciting a scream of surprise from Jessica. He rested her bottom on the edge of the dining table. "In the kitchen, on the dinner table, with my favorite slut." He began to thrust quickly and deeply within her. "Oh...shit...I...better...be...you're...only...slut...ohhhhh...fuckme." Jess rolled her head side to side. "I plan to...in every...fucking room...in this...house." Later that night Frank heard the front door open and close. A glance at the clock indicated it was almost two in the morning. It sounded like Cindy was humming. He smiled; he hadn't heard that since she was in high school. Frank tensed, high school - that was when she was dating Ryan Johansson! He smiled and relaxed. Ryan was a good kid, pre-law if he recalled. Frank kissed the back of Jessica's neck and cupped her breast. The nipple hardened quickly as the whole breast swelled. "No more baby, my butt is still sore. I can't believe I let you do that to me," a sleepy voice mumbled. "I'll have enough trouble walking tomorrow as it is. No more little blue pills for you...you wore me out. I love you, you know." "I know, and I love you too. And not in a way you have to worry about...you know what I mean." Jessica rolled over and conformed her body to Franks. She kissed him softly. "You know what we were talking about earlier...our relationship? It's coming to an end isn't it? Not just because Cindy knows, but..." "I know. I know." Frank smiled and kissed her again. He held as she drifted into a deep sleep. Then rolling onto his back he smiled himself to sleep. Interestingly, the last thought before he slept was of his wife, he wondered if she was happy. He smiled - he certainly was - as he drifted into a deep satisfying sleep. Chapter Three "Hello Jessica, Cindy. Beautiful wedding don't you think? Gretchen was stunning wasn't she? And Scotty, what a hunk." "He's married now mother. But then that's not really an obstacle to some people is it?" Cindy's tone was drunkenly venomous. "Oh, looks like I'm needed at the bar." Jessica felt the wave of anger boil off her friend. She marveled that the angers recipient seemed nonplussed by it - talk about being cool under pressure. "Nice to see you Mrs. B. Bye Cin." "I'm sorry Cindy." Dorothy Barlow looked at her daughter with a mixture of sympathy and remorse. "I had hoped that the passage of time might temper you feelings about me and what happened." "Don't bother..." Cindy leveled a glare as she turned to face her mother. "I'm sorry you hate me so much. I'll leave you alone." Dorothy's face fell into undisguised anguish. "I don't hate you mom. I just...I mean..." Cindy struggled for the words that expressed the depth of her disappointment. "You have no idea how hurt daddy was - it just killed him what you did. How could to hurt someone you say you loved?" "I know I bet you want to slap some sense into me. Shake me and ask, "What the hell were you thinking? Makes you wonder if I'm just crazy?" Dorothy Barlow wiped a tear from her cheek. "God, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't ask myself that very question. I really messed up big time didn't I?" Cindy looked at her mother in amazement. By the tone of her voice, Dorothy wasn't trying to downplay her affair. "Yeah mom, you really messed up big time. How could you do that to Daddy? He loved you so much. What did he do to deserve that?" "It wasn't about your Dad. He didn't do anything wrong and he certainly didn't do anything to deserve this. I guess you could say I had some kind of pathetic mid life crisis. If you really want to know what happened, I'll tell you, don't you want to know the truth?" Dorothy sat down with her daughter and told her everything. The dull routine of the marriage, the empty house once all the kids were gone "everyone seemed to be going forward in their life but me." "Then came the excitement of flirting, of being pursued and swept off my feet." I felt alive again. I thought I was feeling the true me again. Oh honey I was so confused and conflicted. And then I made that fateful decision to leave my husband for another man. To just up and go, no talking, to counseling, pfft! - it was all a clichŽ straight out of some trashy romance novel." Dorothy continued with how quickly the sizzle began to fizzle, the growing doubt, the fighting and finally her decision to leave her lover. "He wanted - actually he insisted - we go to a Halloween swingers party. I packed and left that same day." "Halloween? Mom that was months ago - why didn't you say anything when we talked at Thanksgiving?" Cindy stared at her mother and shook her head. "Partly because I was ashamed of myself, but partly because I wasn't sure I could return to what I'd left. At that moment I was on my own for the first time in my life. I was scared, but I also knew I had to find out who I was before I did anything else - especially if I chose to come back. The problem wasn't your father - it was me. For the first time in my entire life, all of a sudden, I was left with me...and it was very shocking to discover that there wasn't much there. My life was defined by roles I inhabited, when those roles were no longer needed, instead of doing something for me, I looked for a new role. Unfortunately, that's when George contacted me. "When George and I reconnected something inside of me snapped. I don't know if you realize this but George and I were meeting well before the reunion. That merely solidified my decision about leaving. I was on my own, making my own choices...or so I thought, when in actuality I was reverting back to being in high school again." "Mom, how could you think that you were on your own when you were with George? Couldn't you see that he was a manipulative asshole? Why didn't you consider therapy?" "Actually I've been in counseling since I left George. One of the things I came to understand was that your father and my marriage was a partnership of equals...unfortunately I am at heart, well I tend toward being something of a submissive personality. I want to be told, I want to be protected, I want to be needed. For years I was needed by my children, by my family. But as you all got older I was more and more alone. I'm not blaming you honey - these were simply things I did not know about myself. I had a deep need to be needed and, well George saw it in an instant and used it to his advantage. He literally didn't take "no" for an answer the first time we were together. After that, I simply let him call the shots. I couldn't seem to say "no" to whatever he wanted. Even when I began to awaken to my situation I couldn't say "no." I never told him no about the swinging - I just left. Once I decided what I needed to do, to find me, I got on with it. I moved in with Aunt Patty, started therapy, and here I am". "Cindy, I have a lot of things I still need to address and I think many of them can be dealt with here. I don't know if your Father said anything to you but we've talked over the phone quite a bit over the last few days...I've done a lot of apologizing. Anyway seeing your Dad here tonight helped me decide I'm ready to come back. He looked so alive. We actually talked face to face earlier this evening without arguing. He didn't come out and say it but I think he's ready for me to come home." "So that's it? Adios George - honey I'm home?" "Believe me, I know it won't be easy, but that's it more or less. George is in the past and I've decided to come home. After all it is my house too. I know it won't be smooth sailing by any means but I happen to know one very important thing. And that is that weddings make your father very horny. I also know he hasn't been dating - I asked Scotty's mom to check around for me." Dorothy felt her confidence slowly growing. She wanted her husband. She wanted to b e with him again. "He left about twenty minutes ago. So I am going to go home, strip naked and walk right into our bedroom. I know I'll still have a lot of apologizing to do but no time like the present to get started. Wish me luck honey." Cindy shook her head as she watched her mother walk away. "This is crazy I need a drink," she decided. She walked to the bar to give Jessica a heads up only she was delayed by Ryan - just long enough for one long steamy kiss and a breathy "the other night was amazing" (she really had to get a steady boyfriend going when she returned to college) - and finally arrived at the bar. Where Jessica clearly wasn't. "What do you mean Jessica left twenty minutes ago?" Chapter Four Cindy and Jessica sat at the kitchen counter toying with breakfast. "They've sure been in there a long time...at least they aren't yelling anymore." Jessica sipped her tepid coffee and made a face. She dumped it in the sink and began to make a fresh pot. "God I'll never forget the sound of her scream when she found us; one loud, long "NO!" Then she just collapsed on the floor - thump! I went to her, you know, to see if she'd hurt herself. I didn't think to cover up or anything and well your dad had just finished inside me - I wasn't thinking about how I looked. Your mom was starring right at me...you know, down there. I still can't believe how hard she slapped me. My cheek still hurts. Is it badly swollen Cin?" Cindy looked again at JJ's cheek and shook her head. She'd hurried home as quickly as she could, but she'd been too late. She'd heard her mothers anguished wail as she opened the front door. The screaming and yelling that followed was frightening, both in it's volume and intensity. Finding all three of them nude was downright disturbing; especially with her very naked father standing between the two women trying desperately to keep them separated. "I've never seen my dad so angry at Mom. We were talking at the reception and she said she was going to do this. I went searching for you. Mom just thought if she could get him here all alone..." Cindy trailed off into silence. "Yeah your mom made her move a lot quicker than I thought she would. I figured I had time for one last night with Frank..." When Jess saw Cindy's expression she smiled. "My mom told me a couple of days ago that Dorothy was coming to the wedding and planning on trying to reconcile with your dad. I told your dad and we decided to end our relationship with one final night together which was actually the night before last. He was worried that your mom would make trouble for me if she found out I was...you know, I was with him. See what I mean Cindy - he's really a great guy. I can't begin to tell you how much I'm going to miss him." Jess blinked her eyes and leaned across the table. "Did you see us dance at the reception?" "Yes, I did. You two made a beautiful couple." "At the reception when he asked me to dance," Jessica smiled. "He said he wanted everyone to see us together once. He got aroused and then he said he wanted me one last time. I couldn't refuse him. He's meant so much to me." "Cindy I'm going to tell you something because I want you to know how things unfolded between your Dad and me. After that night at the Doubletree your Dad tried really hard to wave me off. This went on for a couple of weeks. He was so concerned for my welfare. However, I was very persistent. Anyway one evening I was horny as hell, sitting home alone and I decided to go for a walk - it was about ten o'clock I guess. I was just walking around and I found myself in the area behind your house. I opened the gate and looked across the yard. Frank was getting ready for bed. I saw him undressing, so I did the same. I walked naked across the lawn and stood in front of the picture window. When he saw me he was so pissed. I was shivering and he pulled me into the house to warm me up - telling me all the while that we couldn't, it wouldn't work, all that same old crap again. So I just attacked him - and I won. We spent the entire weekend together. I slept with him just about every night after that. Even when you were here for the holidays." Jess wiped the tears from her cheeks. "I just want him to be happy, really, really happy." Snow Job Cindy patted the back of Jessica's hand then moved in and hugged her. "I think you were just what dad needed. I think he'll be able to deal with mom after having been with you." "Thank you Cin. Your dad is a very passionate man and it causes me to get very...I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry about taunting your mom last night too. I called her some horrible names. I know I didn't help things, I guess I...I just felt like I was protecting him...from her. I'm sorry." "It's okay Jess. Mom's the one who started this whole screwed up mess. Maybe what you said was just what was needed...oh God, here they come." When Jessica saw the expression on Dorothy Barlow's face she burst into tears - her passionate affair with Frank Barlow was truly over. Cindy hugged her to comfort her. Both were amazed when Dorothy joined them. When the three women finally separated Dorothy looked at Jessica and smiled. "Frank told me everything - more than I really wanted to hear actually - but I understand why he did what he did. He said that last night was it...that it's over between the two of you." Jess nodded as she wiped away more tears. "Good, good. I know this is hard for you Jessica. Believe me it's hard for me too now that Frank has direct knowledge of just how sweet the grass can be on the other side. Nevertheless he is willing to see if we can put this all behind us and get our marriage back on track. I have a lot of making up to do, a lot of growing up too. I think it would be best if you didn't come around here for a while - unless Cindy is visiting of course. Jessica nodded and stood. "Could you give me that ride home Cin?" Epilog Sixteen months later Frank and Dorothy Barlow agreed to an amicable divorce. Their efforts at reconciliation had been sincere but there were just too many problems to overcome in the final accounting. Dorothy moved away, accepting a job in a nearby state - she's dating, but nothing serious. Frank became a very hot commodity as a sexy, available single man; Jessie's mom really out did herself. He's had many, many intimate relationships; but has expressed no interest in a committed relationship, let alone marrying again. Cindy dealt with her parents divorce quite well. She is very happy for both of them. Of course it helped that she's in the middle of a very satisfying relationship with a grad student. They share a small apartment with another couple and are enjoying what they have together. Jessica caught fire in college and discovered she had a natural gift for sales and marketing and is currently looking at four-year schools to transfer too. Oh and with Cindy's okay, Jess hooked up with Ryan Johansson. They are still together and very, very happy.