The Man of the House

11. Affairs Come to a Head

John Wooldridge was furious.

Alicia hadn't been taking her birth control pills, and to-boot, she had smugly shown him a positive pregnancy test.

He knew she wanted a baby, that had been obvious from the start. He also knew he would likely not be able to convince her to get rid of it. If the woman wants it, it's normally only a large sum of money that can change the situation. Even then it's questionable.

But John didn't want a transactional relationship with his secretary. He wanted a wife. A new one. A lean, lithe, sexy, rooting machine that would turn heads and make his middle-aged colleagues jealous at dinner parties. An upgrade from his buxom, bumbling, innocent and shy middle-aged matron.

So he definitely couldn't afford to have Alicia leave at this point, especially if she took his baby with her, lumping him with eighteen years of maintenance support.

He was cornered. Not a pleasant situation for the boss to be in.

As his initial anger subsided, he had grown somewhat accustomed to the idea of being a father again, after all these years. Spreading his genes across multiple women appealed to him, in a way. It had a primal quality to it: the alpha male, who spread his genes across multiple females in the pack. It was their privilege to carry his offspring.

Irrespective of the situation, it was going to have to come to a head. Janice was naïve--she had always been so. In a way, it was her fault that he was in this pickle now. If she had been less interested in being a devoted wife, and more interested in being a loving or sexual one, he hardly would have needed to seek satisfaction elsewhere.

Mr. Wentworth would need to know, of course: you couldn't have a company partner in limbo, it would either have to be via mutual separation, but no official change to the martial status, or a clean break and prompt remarriage. No long-term girlfriends would be allowed. The age gap presumably wouldn't be a problem. A young trophy wife would be the envy of the entire board of directors.

How would Janice cope? She would be a mess, once she found out. Had the other wives been spreading rumors? It was hard to know. That would be the only way she would ever cotton on to any of the office shenanigans. She was too pure for any suspicion.

Maybe she had had enough, anyway, and was waiting for him to call time on their marriage? She hadn't even bothered to visit him once since he's moved to Montreal, so she clearly wasn't missing him.

John felt a brief pang of guilt at his wife needing to think about finding a job--something she hadn't done for over twenty years. She had no skills or training, so she obviously wouldn't be able to get any meaningful work at her age. She was too elegant to stoop to menial or secretarial work. She would probably be able to survive on the sale of the assets.

Things should turn out alright, after a little heartache. It would definitely be hardest on the kids. He would need to see them promptly, so they didn't receive a one-sided story from their mother.

What John wasnotaware of, was that by pure coincidence his darling daughter Sasha was seeking to bring matters to a head from her side of the family, as well.

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It was after another of Mom's guilt trips. She came to me, crying, apologizing for being a failure as a mom. Apologizing for distracting my boyfriend from me, and not being able to help herself from lusting after Jordan.

Mom's lifelong morals had been completely shattered by this new situation, and she was in a state of permanent confusion or delusion. This time, after a phone call with Dad. She couldn't believe how unfaithful she was being.

And that was the crux of it. We all knew Dad was cheating, but we didn't have any real evidence. And I had decided I needed to get some.

I sat with her on the couch.

"Mom, I love you. I know I get jealous when I see how much attention Jordan gives you, but I want you and me to have him for the rest of our lives."

"What do you want?" I probed.

"Ummm...I don't know what I want, Darling," she replied.

"Don't you want to be here with Jordan and me, forever?"

She nodded silently, looking anxious. There was so much meaning in replying in the affirmative, here. It meant she was prepared not to have Dad involved in our lives again.

"Would you like me to make all our problems go away?"

"Oh, Sweetie!" She was almost crying.

"That's all I want."

"Do you trust me, Mommy?"

"Yes, I trust you with everything, Sasha. You can have everything of mine! I can't believe I have such a good daughter!"

She kissed me tenderly on the cheek.

I got a sudden sexy thought.

"Take this as a symbol of your trust in me," I said, climbing onto her lap and kneeling above her.

I gathered a mouthful of saliva, and prized her mouth open with my thumbs. When she saw me working it into my mouth, she immediately opened her mouth in readiness.

I raised my eyebrows, questioning whether she was ready. She nodded, so I unloaded my mouthful into hers. She accepted it, swallowing, then looked up at me awaiting further instructions.

I patted her on the cheek, got down off the couch, and went to my room to get ready. She didn't know what was going on, but I left her there to wonder.

I had work to do.

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That afternoon, I packed a small bag, booked a train to Montreal, and rented an apartment a few streets away from Dad's in the city. I didn't tell Mom what I was doing, and only texted Jordan once I was on the way. I knew he would want to get involved or help me out. But I wanted to do this all on my own.

As I predicted, he started texting back straight away.

Babe! Wait! I'll drive you.

It's fine. I've got all I need.

I'll come down tomorrow.

No. I need you to stay home and be the man of the house ;-)

Well...call me

Don't worry. Just enjoy having Mom to yourself and not feeling guilty about me for a few days. You want that, don't you?

Um...yeah. Thanks Babe.

Send me some pics of you and her together <3 <3 <3

That would keep him quiet. Like most men, he was a total slave to his dick, and I knew I could reliably steer him in the direction I wanted as long as it got satisfied.

I could just envisage Mom, the anticipation, her mouth literally watering as she slobbered all over him in my absence...another bout of jealousy...No! Stay strong...I put my mind to the task at hand.

Suddenly I had a message from Mom.

Sweetie, are you going to visit Dad?

Yep. Just for a couple of days. Don't tell him, it's a surprise.

OK. Why didn't you tell me? We could have gone together.

Wouldn't you rather be at home with the man of the house?

You're not going to say anything, are you? Are you angry with me, Sasha?

Nah, it's all good Mom. I just need to talk to him about something.

A full half-hour later she replied again...I was waiting for this one...

Are you sure it's OK for me to be with Jordan tonight?

:-) I was waiting for that...

I'm sorry, Darling. You know how weak I am.

He's all yours.

Oh, thank you Sweetie! Thank you!!! <3 <3 <3

I want to see pics of his artwork on your face tonight.

Oh...Baby...absolutely! <3 <3 <3. I love you, Sasha.

Love you, Mom.

I arrived in Montreal in the early afternoon, which it turned out, was fortuitous, giving me time to go to work as Sasha Wooldridge, Private Eye!

I felt a little guilty at what I was about to do. And, slightly turned on, but mainly scared. I was constantly worried about being busted for loitering or something, and, of course, being spotted by Dad. I wore an oversized hoody, sunglasses and a cap, so I wouldn't be recognizable. I must have looked pretty suspicious walking down the street on a summer afternoon like that.

The first thing I did was gingerly approach the front door of his apartment, and place a phone with the recording app on behind the nearest bush, and then fled. I started walking up and down the street, looking as innocent as possible, which wasn't very successful. My camera with the long-range lens was getting a bit heavy in my bag.

Any security cameras operating in the area would surely have been picking me up as some kind of weirdo. Hopefully no burglaries were being reported just at that time, and no one was checking their footage.

I didn't even know what sort of car Dad was using. He had left the family Merc. at home. But, suddenly that was exactly what pulled up in front of the apartment. It was a slightly different model, smaller and sportier looking than our one. I didn't know much about cars, anyway.

What I did know was who was getting out of it, and it was him. I had to take the chance. On the other side of a busy road, no bushes to hide behind, no camouflage, I just whipped out my camera and started snapping.

He got out, and then, out of the other side...a girl! Yes!! Dammit! I had nailed it in one. I almost jumped in the air and pumped my fist. Maybe it was strange to be celebrating that my Dad was definitely having an affair, but by now our life trajectories were too far along their predetermined paths for any other option to work out.

Wow...my work here was virtually done...in five seconds flat...amazing.

The girl was young, and very pretty. She was thin, too. Maybe Dad liked skinny girls, after all. Mom had probably never been able to lose the weight he wanted her to. I carried on taking pics, fortunately, they didn't look in my direction or I would have been screwed. I probably also would have put the entire private detective industry out of business if I got exposed.

I got plenty of her face. Good enough resolution to identify her if I saw her on the internet somewhere. They walked inside the apartment. Dad didn't seem all that happy from his body language, and they didn't say anything to each other. Shit. So much for the audio recording. Must be getting stressed out by the job.

I went for a walk down the street, and waited about ten minutes. Then I came past the apartment nonchalantly and quickly ducked in from the front gate to retrieve my other phone.

I walked back to my serviced apartment, and flopped down on the couch in exhaustion. The nervous tension of doing something undercover, when you're constantly afraid of being caught, is absolutely draining. I quickly ripped the SD card out of my camera, and plugged it into my laptop. The photos were all there, and they were great.

I immediately googled Dad's company to see if I could find her. I could only remember the 'Wentworth' part of the name, but that got me there. OK...'Our Team'...Yep. There she was. Sooo easy. 'Alicia Burns, Executive Assistant and Office Manager'. OK. So he was fucking his secretary. That checked out.

I sent him a text to say I was coming to Montreal for a Uni project with some cultural visits, and could visit him tomorrow evening. He rang almost as soon as I hit send.

"Hey, Sweetie! How are you? That's great. Do you want to stay with me?"

I knew it was a pretext, and I could almost hear the sigh of relief when I said that an apartment had been booked for me, and that I had independent transport. We agreed that I would come to his place around six in the evening, straight from the museum.

I presume he spent the rest of the evening making sure the apartment had no traces of femininity in it.

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Janice was ecstatic. She tried to downplay it, but she just couldn't, so in the end, she owned it. She was home alone, and in just a couple of hours, Jordan would be coming to her. The two of them. Alone. She imagined her hands rubbing him all over, feeling his rippling muscles, he squeezing her enormous mammaries. Then entering her, and their bodies writhing together in ecstasy.

No thoughts of anyone else hampering them, no interruptions, no cameras, just raw love and carnal lust. He could have her any way he wished. She would yield her body to him completely, and keep telling him so, until she had fulfilled his every desire.

Her heart leapt with anticipation. She began skipping around the house like a school girl, her buxom frame bouncing and wobbling clumsily, before she collapsed into a fit of giggles on the lounge rug. She sat up, amazed at herself. She had literally never felt like this before...Not the first night John took her out; not her wedding night; not the night of her first nervous rendezvous with Jordan for his birthday.

It was such a euphoric feeling. Pure expectation; they both knew exactly what they wanted and what they were going to get...She was going to fuck his brains out, shake her ass while he spanked it and use every dirty word and phrase she could think of in the process, until he came all over her. Her mouth opened into a wide smile at the thought.

She had already rushed out that morning and bought a revealing summer dress. It would normally be considered slutty. It completely exposed her huge tits, and was short enough to sit up on her ass, so the curvature of it was visible at the bottom. Underneath, she wore black lace panties, that were thin enough to almost be a thong. She practiced pulling her ass cheeks apart, and swallowing the string of her panties in-between her cheeks.

She stood at the mirror in the bathroom, twerking her ass as well as she could, and practicing her sex talk. Then she took down the top of her dress, and held her boobs together in the mirror, taking a photo like she assumed the young girls on the internet did.

She sent it to Jordan with some love hearts:

Waiting here for you, my Love <3 <3 <3.

He had simply reacted with a single love heart to her message.

She wondered if he would masturbate to her picture when he was out...she knew it was considered a taboo subject, but she secretly hoped so.

When Jordan arrived home, she was ready. He opened the door and there she was. On her knees, in the passageway; her palms flat on the floor, her arms squeezing her breasts into an impossibly large bulge on her chest. Her tongue hanging out of her mouth--she was the ultimate MILF slut, ready to please her master.

Jordan smiled, and took a couple of steps forward until he was directly in front of Janice. He took two fingers, and inserted them into her waiting mouth, rubbing them in and out on her tongue. Then he clasped his thumb under her chin and used this grip to guide her up off the floor and into his arms. She put her hand on the back of his head, and drew him to her for a warm kiss, as their tongues intertwined. It was slow, deep and passionate.

She pulled back, panting already.

"Now it's just you and me, Darling," she said.

"Yeah, Babe," Jordan replied.

"Take me, Jordan. Take me right now and do whatever you want to me."

He drew her to him again and they kissed, while he unhooked the top of her dress, and let it fall down, together with her breasts. She went to draw his hands to them, but he was already taking off his belt. She looked up at him suggestively, ready to kneel down and take him into her mouth.

Then he put one of his strong hands gently, but firmly, around her throat. She swallowed, a little taken aback at his firmness, particularly as he began lifting her up. She stood on tippy toes so that it would not hurt. Her mouth was open, and her breathing had become more rapid, mainly out of nervousness. She started feeling anxious after a few moments.

This was a different side to Jordan that she hadn't seen before. He wasn't saying anything. Just looking into her eyes. Her breathing quickened. He wasn't going to hurt her, while Sasha was away, was he? She suddenly broke out in a sweat on her forehead. This seemed to be the signal Jordan was awaiting, as he brought her back down to normal height and softened his grip.

"Good girl," he affirmed.

"Oh! Oh, Jordan...I...that was a little bit scary!"

"I'm sorry!" Janice said, regaining her composure and smiling at him sheepishly.

"Turn around and shake your big ass for me."

"Yes, Master!" She smiled, and proceeded to do just that. She was getting quite good at it. He pulled her skirt flap up to show her ass cheeks wobbling together, her underwear slipping between them.

Then, there was a crack like the sound of a whip. Janice instantly felt a searing and intense pain ripping through her right ass cheek. She squealed like a pig, turning around in genuine shock. Jordan was holding his belt, which he had just used to strike her. She put her hand to her ass, which was already turning a bright red over the spot he had whipped.

It stung. It really hurt, and it was getting worse. She had lost her breath, and had a look of horror on her face. He was looking at her inquisitively. She had to pretend she liked it. She had to show she was obedient.

"Oh! Jordan! Oh, my! Ummm.....Ow!"

She was struggling to hold the charade, as a tear rolled down the side of her cheek. Janice was getting a bit scared.

"I. Please don't hurt me, Jordan."

"Don't worry...Come here."

He took her into his arms, and she hugged him gratefully. It was at least thirty seconds before the pain subsided, and he turned her around to admire his handiwork. She looked up at him submissively. She knew there was something she had to say to please him.

"Thank you, Master, for marking me."

"Good girl!" He said approvingly.

Jordan was pleased that Janice understood that he was branding her. He now inserted three fingers into her mouth at once, almost filling it. She gagged, but after some seconds was able to cope with it. Saliva was dribbling all over his fingers and down her chin. This wasn't quite what she had imagined for this evening when he first walked in the door.

"Are you going to be obedient?"

"Mmmm hmmph!"

"What's that?"

"Mmmm!!! Mmmm hmmmph!!"

She responded as best she could, what with half of Jordan's hand filling her mouth. He released her, and she looked back at him, breathing hard.

"Take my shoes off."

"Yes, Darling."

Janice knelt down, and removed his shoes, and then he indicated for her to take his socks off as well. As she was doing so his jeans and underpants fell to his feet, and she removed them. She rubbed his feet, removing the lint that had remained on them from his sweaty socks. As she did this she felt his hands going around her neck and lifting her hair. She realized he was putting his belt around her neck.

She looked up him as he tightened it enough that it could not possibly slip off, and buckled it, leaving him a leash which he held in his right hand. She looked up at him expectantly.

"What are you?"

"I'm your pet, Jordan."

"Good girl. Now I need a drink of water. Come and fetch one for me."

Janice wasn't sure whether she was to be on all fours, or could stand like a human, but Jordan answered by proceeding to take her for a walk in her current position. She hurried to keep up, as when he walked ahead, her noose tightened. She swallowed as she felt the constriction on her throat.

As she reached the kitchen bench, she pulled herself up to the edge by her hands, but stayed on her knees, checking with him if that was allowed. He nodded, so she moved around the side of it, and fetched him a cup. She tried to reach the tap, but she couldn't. Her breasts were far too thick and preventing her access. She looked up to him for help, so he activated it for her.

He drank it, looking down at her all the while. This was a new situation for Janice. She didn't feel in control at all, and her expectation of pure ecstasy had somewhat faded as she realized she was not at all in charge of her own body in the situation.

11 - Affairs Come to a Head

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