16 comments/ 38565 views/ 4 favorites Running Away, Sheila's Story By: radk To the reader: I had a couple requests for the other side of the story "Running Away", specifically the wife's point of view. I wrote this as a follow up to that story so if you haven't read it you might want to before you get into this. Also, this story deals with incest and if that isn't your thing then maybe you should leave now. ******** My ex-husband is a kind and gentle man and couldn't tell a lie to save his soul. So when I read his story "Running Away" I sat down and cried because everything he said was true and it made me look like some kind of heartless monster. I don't think I am. Maybe I'm trying to rationalize my situation here but I see myself as just as much a victim of my father's greed as Leo was. All I ask of you is for you to read my story with an open mind and judge me fairly. I will tell you every bit of the truth as I know it. I won't lie to you. If I did that it would make me no different than my father. So, where do I begin? I'll start at the absolute beginning, when I was born. My mother and father had a difficult time conceiving me. No one's to blame really but it took over a year of trying for my mother to get pregnant. All of my family's money couldn't make it happen. Oh, we had a lot of money. We were very rich. My father is Ezekiel Bloom and he owned just about the whole town we lived in and ran several businesses around the state. He was listed as one of the ten richest men in Pennsylvania. Mom's name is Clarissa. She was a ravishing beauty that daddy met and married on a business trip to Texas. During the time they were trying to conceive me there was a lot of tension between my mother and father. After I was born my mother suffered from postpartum depression. It lasted for quite some time and was one of the major reasons that my parents never got back to their pre-me loving selves. My father on the other hand was a typical doting father. He showed me off shamelessly to all of his friends and work associates. I was on display from the minute I came into this world. I grew up with everything I could ever want; my father saw to it that I was spoiled to death. My mother drank a lot. When I was six year's old mom went away to an alcohol rehab facility. She never came home. I didn't find out until much later that she was kicked out by my father and he divorced her. He also made sure that when she left she left with nothing, including me. I didn't see her again until I was in college. As I said I had everything. All during high school I had the nicest clothes, cars, and boyfriends that money could buy. Yes, that's right, I said boyfriends. My father paid a couple of the 'right boys' to ask me out. I had a lot of guys that wanted to take me out but one word from my father and they just suddenly lost interest. I overheard someone say that I changed boyfriends like most people changed clothes. That's probably not too far wrong. I was fairly adventurous, after all having lots of money makes you think that you can do anything without any repercussions. I was fairly promiscuous too. I had sex for the first time when I was fifteen. I was more interested in boys in the backseat with their pants down than my studies. I think family money and my father's influence helped me to pass my classes and graduate. I was a rotten student. I didn't like to read or study or do anything academic. It wasn't until I was in college that I found the library. During my teenage years my father married and outgrew two trophy wives. He had another after I was out of college. The first was a twenty-five year old waitress from Philadelphia. Her name was Laurindia and she was nice, not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but sweet and kind. She lasted about two years until my father found her in a motel with one of her old boyfriends. I never found out where she went after he divorced her. She just disappeared. A couple years later he came home from a trip to Italy with a new wife named Françoise. He never explained how he found a French woman on a trip to Italy. She's the reason I can speak fairly good French. We got along wonderfully, probably because she wasn't that much older than me. She was just twenty-one at the time they were married. They were married for five years when she decided she couldn't take his rules any more. She yelled at him that she was 'suffocating' as she ran out the door to a waiting cab. She went back to France and I never saw her again. Later after I graduated college he surprised me with another one. Her name was Jennifer and like Laurindia she was a little vacuous. She could make a great Mai-Tai though. She was smart enough to graduate from bartender school at the tender age of twenty-four. It took her three years to graduate though. We didn't get along at all. Daddy threatened to write both of us out of his will if we didn't stop fighting. We had a tense peace but I still kept an eye on her. She left my father a couple years after I was married to Leo. She ran away with her personal trainer. The last time I heard the two of them were living in the Florida Keys on the money she had put aside while married to daddy. From what I'm writing it would seem that daddy had a fairly bad track record with women. I'm not sure. I think he loved each of them in his own way. Maybe he just used up all of their love and energy and discarded them like you would an old pair of shoes. I don't understand a lot of it. Going away to college was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was free and on my own. I didn't have a nanny watching me or daddy weeding out the bad boyfriends for me. I was on my own. And I did some fairly remarkable things. Oh, I had boyfriends by the dozen but none that I took seriously. To me they were just toys that I could play with whenever I wanted. I dated two professors on the sly and found out that I enjoyed older men more that the boys my own age. I guess it had something to do with experience but the faculty members that I slept with were far superior to my schoolmates. I even had two gal roommates that I was deeply involved with. We had some wild parties where I was the center of attention. Some people might call them gang bangs but I prefer to look at them as parties with many partners. They were fun and exhausting. I even put on a show at one of the fraternities with one of my sorority sisters. Those boys were totally blown away by what they saw. You name it and I did it. And the most incredible thing of all is I went to class most of the time and learned something. It wasn't all sex and games. I actually enjoyed literature and biology and art and a couple of my business classes. I graduated in four years with a respectable average and a BA degree. I earned my degree without any help from anyone. I've got to tell you about my relationship with my father. If you've read Leo's story (and if you didn't hit pause and go back and read it now) you know that my father and I were lovers. He wasn't a child molester. I was an adult when we started. It was after my junior year in college that I spent the summer at home by the pool. I was twenty-one that summer. Basically I was recuperating from a hard year of studying and sexual adventures. Between the two that didn't leave a lot of time for sleep so I spent a lot of time floating on the water in the pool trying to catch up. One particularly hot day I was in the pool in my usual prone position when I felt another float bump mine. I looked over and it was my father. "I thought you were in Pittsburgh today," I asked. "I left a day early. Those people are so boring that I had to come back here and be with you." "Bullshit, you didn't get the deal you wanted on the contract offer and you're playing hard to get with them until they acquiesce." "You know me all too well. So, what are your plans?" "Nothing really, just stay close to the estate and read." "How would you like to go with me to the club? You haven't seen the place since you went away to school. I contributed to the construction of the new pool and hot tub complex. You should see it." "I don't know. What's in it for me?" "How about dinner at Chez Larry before and dancing when we get there?" "Chez Larry sounds nice but who will I dance with? All those old farts at the club couldn't dance without dragging around a bottle of oxygen. And you won't let me bring some of the cute caddies into the member's only area." "Well, if I can't find somebody your own age you could dance with me. Françoise, or was it Laurindia I don't remember, said I was a pretty good dancer." "Daddy, I'm not six years old anymore. Wouldn't it look a little strange if I go out onto the dance floor with my father? What would the grey haired old ladies think?" "Screw em. I'll dance with my little girl even if she is all grown up and they won't say a word. After all they'd be afraid that I wouldn't contribute to their next big project. How about it then?" "Well, OK, just let me get cleaned up. You know this might be fun. Maybe we can even create a little scandal." "That's my girl. Be ready at six." I cleaned up and put on one of my best party dresses. Boy, I looked hot, not sluttish, just elegant and hot. Imagine a tall, young woman with long auburn hair wearing a blazing blue v-necked dress that stopped just above the knee. Not the v-neck, the hem line. The v-neck was deep enough to show some nice cleavage and I have a lot of nice cleavage to show. The hem line was just above the knee. The legs that came out of that blue dress were covered in black nylons and the shoes were by some Italian designer that I can't remember. I thought that if nothing else happened tonight at least I could indulge at Chez Larry's. His prime rib was to die for. At six on the dot I made my appearance downstairs. Daddy was already dressed in one of his nice suits and waiting at the bottom of the steps. "You look beautiful tonight," he said. "If you dress like that we may cause a scandal at the club after all. Nice!" "Thank you, daddy. I'll try not to embarrass you." We ate prime rib at Chez Larry and drank a couple bottles of his finest wine. By the time we got to the club I was feeling a little buzz. We met some of the old stuffed shirts and had to stop and schmooze for a bit. When we finally made our way to the bar I was starting to lose the buzz so I ordered the first of many Apple Martinis. My father can be a charming man when he wants to be. Most people see him with his business face on and steer clear unless they want to be chewed up and spit out. He's a formidable opponent when he's like that. He always gets what he wants. But tonight with me he was funny and sweet and caring and a whole bunch of things that most people wouldn't believe he was capable of. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and the slight buzz didn't hurt either. I felt a bit weird when he took my hand and led me out onto the dance floor for the first dance. He put his arms around me tenderly and softly pressed me into his body. We danced like that for a while. I could feel the heat of his body and the smell the alcohol on his breath. None of the guys I had in college ever treated me so nicely and so tenderly. I just relaxed and enjoyed the dance. A few heads did turn to look at us on the floor but I just smiled and followed his lead. Laurindia or Françoise was right, he was a good dancer. Afterward we sat alone at a table near the bar and drank our martinis and before the night was over we danced a couple more times. I remember during the last dance thinking that there was something different this time because I felt something hard pressing into my pelvis that wasn't there before. When we had thoroughly scandalized those old fogies we went home. We sat by the pool and enjoyed another drink talking about the faces of the women at the club as they watched us dance. We joked and kidded around until almost midnight. All at once he said that he wanted to go for a swim, "To try to come down from all the alcohol," he said. "Come on," and went toward one of the cabanas. I was still feeling the buzz and thought the cool water might help me come down a bit too so I got up and went into another cabana and put on my favorite green bikini. When I came out he was already in the water. The underwater lights were on but all I could see was his head and chest out of the water. I got in and waded over to where he was standing near the artificial waterfall. "Now, doesn't that feel better?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm starting to come down a bit already." He waded over to where I was leaning against the side and leaned against the edge next to me. "Thank you for coming out with me tonight," he said. "I really enjoyed myself. I'm just sorry that you had to dance with an old fogie all night." "Daddy, you're not an old fogie. You are a good dancer and I really enjoyed myself too." "Would you care to dance some more? I can put on some music and we can dance in the water until we sober up properly." "That sounds nice. Don't put on anything fast though." With that he turned around and pushed himself out of the water and onto the deck. I just laid my head back and looked up at the night sky enjoying the cool water on my skin. The music started. It sounded like an easy listening music station, something easy to dance to. I heard a splash and looked up to see him coming up out of the water smiling. He waded over to me and took my hands and guided me out into a deeper part where the water was just under my breasts and moved his arms around me to pull me close. We started swaying back and forth with the music. Immediately I felt that same hard part of his body pressing into my pelvis. I knew what it was but the alcohol had done its job too well and my ability to judge right from wrong was gone. I knew that I felt his hard cock pressing into me just below my stomach and I didn't care. I just closed my eyes and let him guide me around the water. It felt so good to have someone holding me and enjoying my body as much as I was enjoying theirs. We danced around in the water for a long time until I felt the side of the pool against my back again. I opened my eyes when I felt his hands at the back of my bikini bra pulling on one of the strings. It fell loose in the water between us. I closed them again when he leaned forward and kissed me. I didn't care who this was kissing me I just responded like I always did when someone kissed me, I kissed him back. He continued to push his pelvis into mine and the grinding sensation started to make me feel warm all over. I ground my pelvis into his and realized that I was feeling his skin against mine. He didn't have his bathing trunks on any longer so I reached down and pulled on the strings on each side to release the bikini bottom and pulled it away and let it float on the surface. I wanted to feel his cock against my bare skin. The kissing became harder and he pressed me against the side of the pool harder. We broke the kiss and just looked at each other. With both hands he reached beneath the water and grabbed the outside of my thighs and pulled my legs upward and to his sides spreading me in front of him. His cock moved into position and I could feel it slide up and down the slit preparing to enter me. When I was sufficiently aroused from all the foreplay he smiled and leaned forward to slide up inside me in a single gentle thrust. My eyes rolled up and shuttered closed as I let out a moan of satisfaction. We just sat there connected like that for a long time before the rhythmic in and out motion started. I felt wonderful and warm as our two bodies moved in unison. We danced together like that for a very long time. After a while his thrusts sped up and I just held on as I neared my climax. With water splashing all around because of our pulsing bodies, I leaned into his shoulder and screamed as I came harder than I ever have before. He slowed down to let me ride the wave of my ecstasy. After an eternity I was able to think again and feel the cool water around me and his body pressed into mine. I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me smiling. "I love you daddy," was all I could say. "Come on, let's go into the house," he whispered. And with that he pulled out of me and reached under my legs and behind my back and picked me up. Carrying me in his arms, he walked up the steps out of the pool and into the house all the while dripping water and leaving wet footprints in a path upstairs to his bedroom. He laid me gently on his giant bed and crawled in between my legs and pressed his face firmly into my mound. All I could do was lay back and let him lick me and kiss me and gently tongue me all over the wet folds between my legs. What I felt down there was beyond belief. He was an expert with his mouth. Soon another wave of exquisite agony overtook me. I screamed and jerked and pressed his face in further with each wave. I was out of my mind with pleasure. I have no idea how long I stayed like that with my hands on the back of his head in between my legs, but when I gained consciousness again all I could think about was having him inside me. I gently lifted his face up and pulled upward to tell him to get on top of me. He moved ever so gently up over me until he was face to face with me again. I spread my legs wider and wrapped them around his to pull him into me. He grinned and held back. I persisted in trying to get him inside and still he held back. "Please come inside me," I begged. And with that plea he leaned his weight down and slid deep inside my pussy for the second time that night. My eyes rolled back, my head lifted up and I let out a moan of sheer delight. We stayed in that position and didn't move for a long time. Then the rhythm began again. Gradually the tempo sped up and the in and out motions became more demanding. We danced like that with him in control of my body for a long time. I could feel another explosion building inside me but wanted more than anything in the world to feel him cum inside me. I bucked my hips up to meet his downward thrusts and saw that his face was showing the signs of his impending orgasm. Our bodies worked together to make our ultimate goal a reality. Without any warning we both exploded at the same time. The last few thrusts of his hips were muscular and hard. Neither of us could speak. Neither of us could move. All we could do was press our bodies together until the last tide of our orgasms subsided. With my arms wrapped around his chest and my legs wrapped around his hips and his face buried in my shoulder I realized at that moment that I found everything I had been looking for in all my sexual wanderings and experimentation. I found someone that expertly took me to the pinnacle of ecstasy. He knew how to touch me and make me respond. He knew what I wanted and how to make me want more. He knew everything about me and could make me do anything. I felt loved. I couldn't ask for anything more. The rest of the night was a blur. I remember bits and pieces of what we did but not enough to make a coherent story. Suffice it to say we loved and made love all night long. We made love in every way and in every position. We did everything to each other. In the morning I found myself lying in his bed alone with my arms straight out from my body and my legs spread wide apart. I couldn't move. Every muscle in my body was completely drained of energy. I couldn't even lift my head. I was so far past exhaustion I felt that I would never move again. I could hear the birds outside the window and I could see the ceiling above me but I just laid there in a state of catatonia. When he returned he slid in bed and had to move my arm out of the way to lie next to me. I couldn't move it myself. Briefly before I faded into an exhausted sleep I thought that for the first time in my life I had been completely and thoroughly fucked. Running Away, Sheila's Story This was the first time that we made love and all during that summer we made love over and over again. Some days we only got out of bed to eat or go swimming. He knew every button to push to make me do anything and everything. I was more relaxed and comfortable at that time than at any other time in my life. I was sure that I had died and gone to heaven. I almost didn't go back to school at the end of summer, but I did. My senior year was a lot different than the previous three. I concentrated on my studies and had a lot less adventures. I still had the occasional party to relieve my pent up sexual tensions but there was nothing those college boys could do to match what was waiting for me when I got home. After graduation I started to work for daddy. He made me his personal assistant and gave me the title of Customer Relations Assistant. That was a fancy title for making whatever client or customer or associate that did business with Bloom Enterprises happy during their stay. I arranged hotels, meals, travel, meetings, entertainment, and the occasional lady to keep the client company at night. Whatever they wanted or needed, I helped to provide. It was a nice easy job and it gave me the opportunity to meet a lot of people. It also allowed me to be close to daddy. We were careful not to let anybody see us together in any way other than in a professional manner. And when we took off together nobody thought anything of it. We continued to be together whenever we could. We would make love passionately. I think the housekeepers knew about us because of the screams coming from the bedroom but they wanted to keep their jobs so they never said anything. In public we would do the things that a father and daughter would normally do, nothing that would make anybody think that anything is going on between us. After the one time at the club where we danced together we were very discrete. It was about two years after I graduated that I met Leo. I think the reason I fell for him was that he was a knight in shining armor. He came to my rescue. Nobody ever did that for me before. Well, it happened like this. In the spring Bloom had its annual corporate picnic and all of the staff and their spouses were invited. I was part of the group that organized the whole thing. On the day of the picnic my job was done and all I had to do was relax and enjoy the socializing and the music. A couple hours after it started I saw a familiar face in the crowd. It was one of my old boyfriends from college, Bobby. I don't think he ever got over the fact that I was through with him and I moved on, but there he was. I didn't remember him coming to work for us so I went over to him and asked what he was doing there. He said he came looking for me to tell me something important and could we go somewhere private to talk. I had no idea what he wanted to say so we went down past the parking area to a small secluded picnic area to talk. When we got there I saw that there were three of his friends waiting. He said that I shouldn't have dumped him like I did and he didn't think it was over. He wanted to make up but I refused. That's when he started kissing me and pawing me all over. Before I knew it he had me on the ground and was ripping my clothes off. I couldn't scream because he clamped his hand over my mouth while he pulled and tore at me. I struggled and was starting to get the advantage when he hit me. He hit me several times hard with his fist and kneed me in the stomach. At that point I was hurting a lot and too weak to put up too much of a struggle. He got most of my clothes off of me and started to pull his pants down when I notice the three other guys. They were standing next to us with their cocks in their hands stroking them saying things like "Yeah, Bobby, fuck her good," and "Man, I got sloppy seconds on this bitch," and "Save her asshole for me man." I knew I was in trouble because they all intended to rape me right there. By that time Bobby was stroking in and out of me with an angry expression on his face. That's when I heard, "What in the hell is going on here?" come from the bushes behind the three audience members. I saw this man push his way through the three guys jerking off and grab Bobby and pull him off of me. I couldn't see what happened next too well but I understand that Bobby hit this man and knocked him to the ground. Then this man kicked Bobby in the knee and I heard a loud crack. After that Bobby was on the ground screaming in pain. The three guys picked him up and just like they were in some sort of screwy group hug ran off. I fell back onto the ground and felt blood running down my face when the man came up and asked if I was all right. I looked into this face and passed out. That's the last thing I remember until I woke up in the hospital with daddy standing next to me. He said that the caught the fellow that did this to me and he was in jail. Daddy was going to "burn his ass for this." We were talking about what happened when I realized that the man they had in jail was the one that pulled Bobby off of me and not Bobby. I explained everything to daddy and he said that he would straighten things out. A week later we had a dinner at our house for the man that saved my life. I met Leo again that day but this time under better circumstances. I was taken with him right away. He was intelligent and friendly and good looking and had a quiet confidence about him. At one point my father offered to give him "anything you want for saving my little girl." Leo thanked him but refused. I could see that daddy was a little perturbed because he didn't like to owe anybody anything and he felt that he owed Leo a reward. That evening we got to know each other and I felt something different for him than any other man I've known. I liked being around him and I wanted more. I didn't have any sexual desire for him right away and that was probably the first time in my life I felt like that. This was different. I asked him if he would like to go out with me some time and he said yes. We dated for about six months. And in all that time he was the perfect gentleman and always treated me with respect. It was after the first month that we made love for the first time. I felt genuine warmth for him that I never felt before for anybody else, except for daddy. But Leo was different from daddy. Our lovemaking was always tender and loving. We never did anything wild or outlandish. He genuinely cared for me when we were together. I told daddy that I wanted to see where our relationship was going to go and asked that he please don't interfere or say anything to Leo. I was starting to feel something more than friendship for him. I realized that I had fallen in love with him. When he asked me to marry him I was the happiest woman in the world. Without thinking about anything else I said 'Yes'. I told daddy and could see that he was both happy and sad at the same time. He was happy that I was in love with Leo and was going to get married and settle down and raise a family. He was also sad because we were going to stop being together. That night we made love tenderly and passionately because we both knew that it was the last time. When I kissed him goodbye in the morning I knew that I broke his heart and in some small way mine was also broken. Leo and I were married in the most lavish and expensive ceremony that that town had ever seen. We went on our honeymoon to Tahiti and had the most glorious time. The first thing we did when we got back was look for a house. Daddy found one for us just down the street from the Bloom estate. I could walk from house to house easily. We had a wonderful marriage. I regret not telling Leo about my past. I couldn't tell him about daddy and me of course but my college days might come back to haunt me some day. I considered it but in the end I thought that if anything came up then I could use my money to get rid of it. Thank God it never did. I was always faithful to Leo. At no time after we were married did I ever look at another man, or woman for that matter. Everything I did in college was in the past and I wanted it left there. I included daddy as part of my past too. I loved Leo and all I wanted to do was to be his wife and be with him and him alone for the rest of my life. Believe it or not I loved him as much as one person could love another. About a year or so later daddy showed up at the house with a young blond woman in tow. He introduced her to us as Jennifer, his new wife. I was stunned but felt that if he was happy and content then I was happy for him too. The more I got to know Jennifer the more I disliked her. I felt that she married daddy to get her hands on his money. Whenever I would go to visit daddy Jennifer would hover around and listen in to what we had to say. I don't think she was too bright but she always seemed to be listening in, almost as though she had a hidden agenda of some sort. It didn't take too long before I could see that daddy had finished with her and he no longer cared if she left or stayed. About that time Leo and I decided to start a family. I went off of my birth control pills and we made love whenever we could. We were having trouble conceiving just like my parents had. We consulted the doctors and they couldn't find anything wrong with either of us. They just recommended for us to keep trying. It made things a little tense around the house because I believe we each secretly blamed the other for our problems. One day I was over at daddy's when we started talking about Jennifer. "Baby, I'm tired of her. She takes my money and spends in on junk. Her jewelry box is choking with expensive necklaces and rings and stuff that she doesn't wear. Her allowance is never enough. Now she's working to improve herself. She's got a personal trainer to help her shape up her already gorgeous body. She doesn't spend as much time in bed as I want her to." "I'm sorry daddy, can I do anything?" "I want you back. I want you here with me in my arms and in my bed. I miss you. Can you come over tonight? I'll make sure that Jennifer is out somewhere. She won't mind going shopping and spending more of my money. I just want us to be together again." "No daddy, I can't. I'm an old married woman now. I love Leo and I don't want to hurt him. If he ever found out about us it would just kill him." "I understand. You don't want him to find out about all the things you've done. He would probably divorce you if he ever knew. He's a good man and it would just kill him. I know that when you were in college you did a lot of wild things. I know this because I paid off several people that had photos and videos of some of your escapades. I looked at most of it and what I saw was pretty extreme. I have a whole drawer full. And you remember those videos we made the summer we were together. Well, I didn't get rid of them like I told you I did. I wanted to keep them as a reminder of that summer. They're in with that stuff I bought from your friends at school. Now you wouldn't want Leo to find out about this would you?" "Of course I wouldn't. You wouldn't show it to him would you?" "Well maybe not me but somebody that doesn't like you might. Jennifer is a conniving bitch and I wouldn't put it past her." "What does she know? Does she know about us?" "She may know everything. I have everything locked up in my office but I'm sure that Jennifer has been in there snooping around and probably found it. There's no telling exactly how much she knows." "Oh my God. If Leo finds out about that stuff he'd leave me for sure. I never told him about what I did before we got married and I certainly never told him about us. We might get past the college stuff but knowing about you and me would kill him. I can't let him know. How can we find out what she knows? What can I do?" "You can come over tonight and be with me. I'll do everything to keep her quiet even if that means paying her off too. I'll do anything to protect you. I'll protect you if you come and stay with me tonight." "I can't. I can't lie to Leo. I can't cheat on him. I can't risk hurting him to be with you." "Baby, I'll make sure that nobody ever finds out about your past. Just come over tonight and have dinner with me. Tell Leo that we've got a business dinner and you have to be there to help some clients. After dinner we can be together like old times." "No daddy, I said I can't and I won't. It's wrong. I won't risk my marriage." I got up to leave. "Sit down! Listen to me carefully," he said in a very business-like manner. "Dinner tonight or I won't do anything to keep Jennifer quiet. Be with me just this one time. It's your choice to make. One evening with me or risk having Jennifer tell your husband." I sat down and put my head in my hands and started to sob. "No daddy, please, I can't. Don't make me. I'll do anything to protect Leo but not again, please?" "OK it's your choice. I don't like it any more than you do but if your past hits the fan then I won't do anything to help clean up the mess. You're on your own." "Oh God no, daddy no! Please help me." "It's out of my hands now. You made your choice." After a long silence between us I said, "OK then, Goddamn it, I'll do what you want. Do you always have to get your way, even with me?" "That's my girl. I knew you would make the right decision. Be here at six for dinner." "Shit, do I have a choice?" "No, not really." "OK, I'll be here at six." I went home and told Leo the lie that daddy made up. He believed me because he couldn't think that I would ever lie to him. I felt awful lying but I didn't have a choice and didn't want him hurt. Daddy's promise to protect me from Jennifer may have been the pressure that made me decide to go over there that night but in the back of my mind I knew that daddy and I were going to be together just like we were back in college. Maybe I wanted him as much as he wanted me, I don't know, but I knew that whatever I did it would hurt Leo. I didn't want to hurt him but I just couldn't say no to daddy. All the time I was getting ready I was crying and thinking about how controlling daddy can be. I arrived at his door at six. That night we had dinner and danced on the patio. When we kissed all of the memories of the passion we had that summer came flooding back into my head. I thought about the exhausting love making sessions. I thought about the nights we laid in bed holding each other tenderly. I thought about the emotions that I felt when we were together. And just like alcohol, these thoughts broke through that right or wrong barrier and I found myself kissing him back passionately. I didn't think about how daddy pressured me into being there or how it would hurt Leo if he found out, all I thought about was the passion that I felt. It was like a drug and I was too weak to resist. I was addicted and wanted more. We made love just like before. It was exhausting and exhilarating. I came so many times I lost track of the count. He came inside me twice and in my mouth a third time. It was midnight before I got home. Leo was asleep in front of the TV so I just sat on the couch beside him, put my head on his shoulder, and fell asleep too. I was totally exhausted. I went over to daddy's for dinner and lovemaking about once a week. I used the same excuse to Leo about helping clients. It was about two months later that I missed my period. I waited until after I confirmed with the doctor that I was pregnant to tell Leo. He was jumping off of the walls he was so happy. We immediately went over to daddy's and told him. He had a mixture of happiness and sadness on his face that I understood. We celebrated by going out to Chez Larry's for one of his delicious prime rib dinners. The next week I went over and saw daddy to talk about everything. "Daddy, I'm worried about Leo. I tell him that I come over here to help with clients and he believes me. He trusts me. Now we've got the baby. He's so happy right now I can't do anything that might jeopardize us. Daddy, I've got to stop coming over here to be with you. Help me out with Jennifer. Please don't let her tell Leo about my past. Please?" "I promised that I would and I always keep my promise." "I love you and I don't want to hurt you either but I've got to think about Leo and the baby right now. After the baby comes you won't want a fat old mommy like me anyway. I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to be as happy as I am right now." "I understand baby. Believe it or not I am happy for you. You'll make a wonderful mother. I miss you already." We kissed goodbye again. I remember back at the first time we said goodbye and feel the same pain as I did then. I didn't want to hurt him. I loved him. After Sarah was born I wasn't feeling right. I wasn't sleeping well, I didn't have any desire to do anything, I was irritable and cranky all the time, and the worst part was that I didn't want anything to do with Sarah. I stayed that way for a couple months before we talked to our doctor about it. He said that I was suffering from postpartum depression just like my mother did. He prescribed an antidepressant medication and pretty soon I was feeling like my old self. We went back to normal and within a few months I didn't need the antidepressant any more. All during that time Leo took care of me and pampered me. He never got mad or felt put upon by anything he had to do. He said that he wanted to do these things for us. I was so happy that he was there with me. He also took care of Sarah. He bathed her and changed her when she needed it and fed her at every meal. He never complained one time. Life goes on and soon we were back in our groove. We had a nanny for Sarah while we were at work. We did things as a family just like any other family would. We went over and visited daddy and let him play with his granddaughter about every week. He was happy to have a family once again. Jennifer was conspicuously gone now since she had recently run away with her personal trainer. But that didn't mean that daddy was alone. He had a number of young women staying at the house from time to time; it's just that none were special enough to marry. I secretly missed him but I only came over to visit with Leo and Sarah. About the time Sarah was two years old I had an occasion to go over to daddy's by myself. He asked me to bring him some contracts from work. That was the first time I was going to be alone with him since before Sarah was born. I was a little worried about what he would say and do but when I got there I found he wasn't alone. There were several women in the pool with him. He was having a party with a blond, a brunette, and a redhead. Everyone was naked. I felt jealous. He was playing around in the pool with these women just like he had played with me. He saw me standing there on the patio and just smiled at me. I threw the papers on the patio table and left. I was thinking all the way home that I was old and used up just like all of his ex-wives. I was feeling sorry for myself and started to cry. When Leo came home I tried to act cheerful but he saw through my act and put me to bed. I went to work the next day but didn't talk to daddy. I tried to avoid him. I was still feeling old and used up and didn't want him to see me. It was a week after I saw the three women in the pool that daddy confronted me at work. "So, what to you think of my new friends?" "I didn't notice." "You can't fool me. I saw the expression on your face when you saw us. You were mad. I'll bet that you were jealous too. Leo said that you didn't feel well for the next couple days and just stayed in bed. That doesn't sound like you didn't notice to me." "OK so I saw you. Why should I care? You can do whatever you want with anybody you want. It doesn't matter to me." Running Away, Sheila's Story "Well it does to me. Now that Jennifer's gone I need somebody to play with. The only time you come over is when you're with Leo and Sarah. You don't come alone." "Daddy, I can't risk being alone with you. I don't trust you." "Why, whatever did I do to deserve that?" "You coerced me to come back before Sarah was born. I didn't want to but you said that Jennifer would tell Leo about my past if I didn't. I never want him to find out. That's why I don't trust you." Suddenly his expression changed into the business face that everyone fears. "Well maybe we should just tell him and get it over with. Maybe the next time he's over I'll just bring him into the den and show him my video collection. Maybe I'll just call him right now." "NO! Don't you dare! It would kill him, and us. Don't do that to us, please?" "I'll do anything that I have to to get you back. If that means telling Leo the truth about us then that's what I'll do. You don't understand how I feel about you. I want you to come home and be with me now. If you don't then by God I will tell him. And after you two are divorced then you'll be back where you belong, in my arms." "Daddy, please, no!" "Yes, that's the way it is. Choose now!" There was a long silence and I begin to cry. Even though I stood and faced him with a defiant expression I was a broken woman. "What choice do I have? I'll do whatever you want just don't tell Leo. Please?" "That's a good girl. Now, you go clean up that pretty face of yours and come over tonight for dinner. Come by yourself." I went into the women's bathroom and sat down in a stall and just cried. That night I told Leo another lie. I said I had to go back to the office to clean up some work. I really went over to daddy's. I was crying when I walked out onto the patio. He saw me walking toward him crying and got up and put his arms around me. "What's wrong baby?" he asked. "Oh daddy, I shouldn't be here. Leo might find out." "I agreed not to say anything to him if you came here tonight and I won't. Just relax and sit with me. I'll get you a drink." "No, I don't want anything to drink. I just want to get this over with and go home." "Now that's no way to be. Treat me nice or I won't treat you nice." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I love Leo daddy and you're making me lie to him and cheat on him and I don't like it. He's a good man. I'll do anything to keep him from getting hurt and that's why I agreed to come here. I love you too and I don't want to hurt you either. I have to make an awful choice." "Well, you need to relax and get you mind off of things. Dry those tears and get into a bathing suit. We'll go out and stand under the waterfall until you feel better." Daddy always wins. I had no choice but to do what he wanted. And maybe in the deep recesses of my mind I wanted to be with him too. I was so confused at that moment that I couldn't think rationally. I just knew that I had to do what he wanted or risk losing Leo. I had the same choice to make once before and I don't know if I chose correctly then. I'm not sure I made the right choice this time either. We changed into our bathing suits but they didn't stay on very long. Within a couple minutes we were naked and kissing under the waterfall. There is a place under the waterfall where you can sit on the edge of the pool and let your legs dangle into the water. I've always loved sitting there and watching the water cascading down. I moved daddy back to that part and said to get up and sit down. When he did I put my hands on his knees and spread them apart. I moved up and put his erect cock between my breasts and pushed them together with my hands. I knew that he loved me doing that. I moved my body up and down on his cock stroking it with my breasts. He laid his head back against the rocks and watched me. When I saw the expression on his face change I knew that he was nearing his climax. I took his cock out from between my breasts and leaned forward and put my lips around the shaft. I sucked him in deeply and started the rhythmic movement up and down. I sucked on him with my mouth and reached under to caress his balls with my hand. After a few minutes he whispered, "Baby here it comes." He let loose in my mouth a giant stream of his warm juice. It was sweet and musky at the same time. I continued to suck on him until he was no longer convulsing between my lips. I pulled off of his shaft, looked him in the eyes and swallowed his entire load of warm cum. I just stood there in the water smiling at him. I was happy again. He got down into the water with me and picked me up in his arms and kissed me deeply while I sat with my legs over one arm and my back on the other. He waded over to the steps, walked out and carried me into one of cabanas where he gently sat me on the rattan couch and knelt before me. I leaned back and spread my legs in anticipation of what I knew he wanted to do to me. I wasn't disappointed. He leaned forward and put his face between my legs and moved his tongue up and down the slit between them. He knew exactly how to take me to heaven. I let out a desperate moan as he licked and twirled his tongue around the button at the top. I was on fire as he flicked the clit with his tongue over and over again. I felt his fingers slowly push up inside of me and move forward searching for that secret spot all women hope a man can find. He knew exactly where it was and started to massage the inside passage while he moved his tongue around the clit. I didn't have long to wait before the feeling inside me grew so large by body couldn't hold it. Everything tensed as my mind and body went out of control with orgasmic delight. I screamed, I moaned, I growled all the time the tongue teased me over and over. With one final giant shudder I was finished. I fell into a heap on the couch watching his eyes look up over the hair at the top of my pussy. He stood up and reached down to reposition me. He moved me so that my whole body was lying on the couch before he lifted one of my legs up to my shoulder and positioned his body on mine. I felt his tongue in my mouth and his hands on my breasts. He was hard again and his cock rubbed against my pelvis. I moved my hips back and forth to try to get him inside me. Finally he moved his hips a bit and I felt the warm touch of the head of his cock against my wet opening. I begged him, "Please, now, please take me now." He smiled at my words and rewarded me with the slow penetration of his cock between the warm moist folds of my pussy. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh" was the sound that came out of my mouth as his hips settled into mine and he was deep as he could go. I didn't move again until I felt the cock being pulled out. I moved my hips upward to keep him planted inside me and he changed directions and thrust hard into me. He gently pulled almost all the way out and thrust hard downward again. This continued over and over and over again until I was crazy from the ecstasy. He plowed into me harder and harder until I took one last gasp of air before my entire body exploded. I screamed into his open mouth and pulled his body tightly to mine. He continued the hip movement in and out until I felt his body tighten and his eyes squint shut. I knew that I was about to receive his hot, sticky cum. With a final gasp he released his load up inside filling me completely and making me the happiest woman on earth. We stayed in each others arms enjoying the touch of each other's skin until our breathing returned to normal. His cock softened and fell out. I felt the warm fluid run down the slit and onto my bottom. It was wonderful. I was back in my lover's arms again and I just laid there and cried. Maybe I could have found another way to handle the situation. I could have told Leo everything and lived with the consequences but there would have been a lot of pain all around. It certainly wasn't anything Leo did or didn't do. Leo and I were good together. We worked together, played together and loved together. The sex was wonderful too, just a different kind of wonderful than daddy. I loved him and said that I didn't want to hurt him but I did. My lying hurt him. My cheating hurt him. But I couldn't help it. Daddy may have forced the issue but I was like an addict. I needed to feel daddy inside me. He knew exactly the right buttons to push to make me feel wonderful and I let him push them. Before I knew it we were back in the weekly routine of lovemaking. I continued to lie to Leo about why I was going over to daddy's every week and he believed me. It was shortly after one of Sarah's routine doctor visits that I noticed a change in Leo's attitude. He seemed to be distant. I couldn't think of what caused it and I was starting to get a little worried. I tried to talk to him but he was always going off to do some project at his parent's house or take Sarah to the park. We couldn't find time to sit and talk. One day at work a man came into my office and asked me if I was Sheila Baker. I said that I was and he held out a large manila envelope for me. I took it and all he said way, "Sheila Baker, you are served." I'd heard what he said but I didn't know what the words meant. I opened up the envelope and found some papers with the heading 'Dissolution of Marriage'. I screamed and fell onto the floor. People came in to find out what all the screaming was about. I couldn't do anything but scream. Finally, daddy came in and told everybody to get back to work. When he pried the papers out of my hand and looked at them his expression changed to the one he gets just before he chews someone up and spits them out. Right then I knew Leo was in trouble. Somehow he got me back to his house and put me to bed. I cried and wailed and asked "why?" Within an hour Sarah and her nanny were in the room with me. I was still screaming and crying when the doctor came in and looked at me. He took my blood pressure and then gave me a couple pills to 'calm me down a bit'. I passed out. When I awoke I didn't feel any better. I just wanted Leo. I needed to talk to him and find out why he was doing this. I didn't have enough strength to pull myself out of the bed. When daddy came in he told me that he was taking care of everything and I shouldn't worry. I told him that I wanted Leo. He said that Leo didn't want to see me any more. The attorneys were going to sort this all out. He was personally going to fix things. He kissed me on the forehead and gave me another couple pills. I passed out again. Over the next couple weeks I went from sleeping in the bed to crying for my husband. I didn't know what was going on I just wanted Leo to come talk to me and tell me that everything was going to be all right. He never came. One day daddy came into the room and sat on the bed and told me what was going on. "Baby, you've got to listen to me. I can tell you what's been happening and why but you've got to listen to me. Baby, Leo found out about us. He has pictures of us on the patio and in the pool and even a video of us in the upstairs bedroom. I don't know how he got them but I made sure that he won't ever use them against us. My friend Judge Carter has handled everything for us. He told Leo that he can't use the pictures and videos and if he ever showed them to anyone else he would go to jail for a long time. Baby, he granted the divorce. You have Sarah and the house and everything else and he got nothing. He no longer works at Bloom anymore too. You're free of him now. You can stay here with me as long as you need to recover. I'll watch over you and Sarah. You just stay here where there are people to love and care for you and don't worry. I'll be here with you." I heard him tell me that my life was over and I started to scream again. He tried to hold me but I hit him as hard as I could and cursed at him. Somehow he got a couple pills in my mouth and before I knew it I was passed out again. Over the next few weeks I was in and out of the pill induced sleep all the time. Somehow I managed to stop screaming long enough to take stock of my life. I didn't want to look at it but I had to for Sarah's sake. It took almost a full month before I was able to get out of bed and have a meal in the dining room. I was a walking zombie. I had lost a lot of weight and any color that I had. I hadn't held Sarah in my arms in weeks. I needed to find some sense of normal again. I tried hard to get my strength back. I believed it would take longer to get my sanity back. And I knew that I would never have my life back, at least the life I had with Leo. The more I sat around and thought the more convinced I was that daddy was as much to blame for all of this mess as I was. Sure I entered into the relationship with him of my own free will before I married Leo but it was him that kept me coming back afterwards. I tried to stop several times but he just wouldn't take no for an answer. Even after Sarah was born I tried to stop. I think he knew that I was weak and took advantage of it. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. I was physically feeling better every day so one day I took Sarah and went to the park. We spent a whole day there enjoying the playground and feeding the ducks. Afterwards I went by to see Leo's parents. I told them I wanted to talk to him but they said that they didn't know where he was. He left town just after the factory burned down and they haven't heard from him since. I didn't know that a factory burned down. I hadn't heard about it until just then and from what they said Leo was suspected of torching it. I knew that he didn't but I couldn't find him to talk to him let alone prove that he was innocent of arson charges. I left feeling worse than ever. I went back and moved into my own home with Sarah and the nanny. I hired a housekeeper to help out until I could get all of my strength back. It was about two months later that a state policeman came to the door and asked for me. I ran to the door hoping he had some news about Leo. Instead he served me with an arrest warrant charging me with incest with daddy. I was already a broken woman so one more blow couldn't hurt me any more. I went with him to the police barracks and went through the fingerprinting, photographing and interrogation. One of daddy's lawyers showed up but I sent him away. I told the female officer asking me questions everything. I didn't care what happened to me anymore. After I signed my statement I was taken back home in another police car. Someone from Family Services was there to talk to me about Sarah. She also told me that my husband was back in town and that my father was under arrest. I assured her that Sarah was OK and had a nanny and a housekeeper and that she hasn't seen her grandfather in weeks. She made out a report and left. Later that day I got a call from the law office that handled my side of the divorce and they said that the divorce decree was being reviewed and they would be at the hearing tomorrow at ten o'clock to represent me. I told them that I would meet with them at nine o'clock in their offices and tell them what we were going to do and say. They seemed stunned but agreed to my wishes. I saw Leo for the first time in months. He looked different. He wouldn't make eye contact with me and just ignored me as I sat down. At that moment I was sure that I had ruined his life. I knew that he hated me and only wanted to see me destroyed. We could never have anything together any more and my heart broke at what I had lost. But mostly my heart broke for what I had done to him. Now I say what I had done but daddy was a large part of it too. I knew that he tried to have Leo destroyed with the divorce decree. I wasn't going to do to him what daddy did. I already hurt him more than enough. I decide to sit quietly and take whatever he had to dish out. I knew I deserved it. I also knew that daddy was getting what he deserved too. I'd only heard a little from the lawyers that morning but I heard enough to know that daddy was in way more trouble than me. I just sat quietly and looked at my hands while the lawyers did all the work. Leo only spoke up a couple times and never said anything to me at all. At the end there were a couple parts of the decree reversed. Leo didn't have to pay me any support. I didn't want anything and we could live OK without anything from him anyway. We were given joint custody of Sarah. We had to agree to custody terms and let the judge know within a week. We were still divorced but for Leo justice had finally been served. Leo asked if he could speak to me privately afterwards without the lawyers present. I won't repeat exactly what he said but he made it abundantly clear that I had destroyed a good man with my incestuous affair. He told me that he found someone else to love that had something that I didn't have. He said that I didn't have a heart. When I heard that I knew he was right. If I had any heart at all I would have never screwed up my life and his as badly as I did. Even if I did have a heart, just hearing him say those words would have torn it out of my chest and crushed it on the table in front of me. At that point my life was over; it's just that my body didn't know it yet. He said that he was going to take Sarah when he goes and would return her next month. I deserved worse than that but I knew that he's always been a good father and would take good care of our little girl. Well, I think I told you everything. I'm not making an excuse for my screwed up life I just want you to know the facts. I did wrong. Leo did nothing wrong. Sarah is innocent and please let her grow up with dignity. As for my father, well you can judge him however you want; I've already passed my judgment. And just to clean up everything for those of you that want to see me burn in hell, don't worry, I'm already there. And after I leave this life I'll meet you down below. But until then, I've got to serve my probation on the incest charge for another four years and face everyone in town looking at me and pointing every time I leave the house. If my life was screwed up before it's worse now. I want to add a few personal words here at the conclusion of my story. I want to address them to Leo should he ever read this. Leo, you can't understand how truly sorry I am for how much I hurt you. I can't apologize for daddy and even if I could I wouldn't. He's just as much to blame for your pain as I am, maybe more. But I will take full responsibility for everything. When you told me that you met someone else and you loved her I was crushed. But you deserve to be happy and since you couldn't find it with me I'm glad you found happiness so quickly with her. Finally, I hope that someday in the future you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I know that you will never forget but maybe your heart will soften toward me and forgive me a little. God knows I don't deserve it but I hope one day that it happens. For now remember that I always loved you and will love you forever. I will never hurt you again but I hope we can be civil when we're around Sarah. Thank you for showing me what a loving gentle man is all about. Sheila Baker P.S. I said in the first paragraph that I did read Leo's story before I wrote this. So you're probably wondering if I'm some kind of an idiot or I'm too stupid to understand what he wrote about who Sarah's real father is. I'm not stupid. I do know who Sarah's real father is. It's Leo. I don't care what the DNA test results show about who contributed the sperm that made the egg into Sarah. Leo loves her just as much as I do and that love will always make him her father. My father has no way of knowing what real love is. To him love is sex. He will go to his grave never knowing about her DNA. And he will go to his grave without ever seeing her again if I have anything to do with it. I don't want him to start thinking about her when she turns eighteen like he thought about me. Sarah is my daughter just as much as she is Leo's daughter, and that's how it will remain.