By the time I made it back home I was a mess. I didn’t know how to proceed. Katherine was sitting up on the couch, waiting for me and I tried to sneak in, head to my study to hide, but it was useless as she quietly got up and followed me. I didn’t want to deal with any of this shit right now.
“We need to talk, Dean,” she said softly as she sat on the couch beside my desk.
I looked at her, “I can’t defend what I did,” I said, “I fucked up, but I really don’t want to talk about it right now, Katherine.”
“Not talking about it is not an option,” she said, “I need to know if it was just sex for you.”
I shook my head, “No, it started as just fucking around, but no, by the time I actually had sex with her, it was more than just getting off.”
“Do you love her?” my wife asked.
I didn’t see the point in lying anymore and I nodded, feeling the betrayal of a tear falling down my cheek as I accepted that this was the end of my marriage. The the affair with a person I loved wasn’t reciprocated and I’d thrown everything good in my life away for a pipe dream.
Katherine was quiet as she looked at the floor, “She’s nineteen years younger than you.”
“I know.”
“Is it just her body? That she’s youthful and attractive?”
“No, it’s her. It’s who she is. She’s bright, fun, sweet, caring. She’s so fucking clever and resourceful,” I sighed and looked at my wife, “I never thought I’d cheat on you. I had no reason to, I loved you, you’re hot as fuck, and you always made time for me. We talked, we had deep discussions about everything and I loved that about us.”
Katherine smiled slightly, “You loved me,” she said softly.
I hadn’t meant to use the past tense, but I nodded, “Yeah,” it was accurate. I loved her, but that love had shifted over the past couple of months.
She brought her gaze up to mine and I tried to ignore the tears streaming down her cheeks, “I want you out of the house by Monday. I’m taking the kids away for the weekend. I already talked to Gia and she doesn’t want to go with us. She wants to stay with you. I’ve used my parents’ guilt over what happened to my advantage for the last two decades and Gia got hurt due to my selfishness and bitterness. They can’t know I told either of you the truth. As far as anyone knows, you’re leaving me for my sister, not my daughter, understood?”
“I was just a pawn to her, Katie,” I said softly.
Katherine shook her head, “No. She cried herself to sleep because you left. She loves you.”
She looked me in the eye, a mix of deep sadness and anger contorted her soft features, “I don’t want to see you at any family things for at least a year. I might not even want to see Gia during that time, I don’t know yet. I hate this. It fucking hurts to have been betrayed so harshly by two people I love, but I’m not going to let it ruin my life either. The kids will be yours on weekends, you pick them up from school on Fridays and bring them to school on Mondays and I have them the rest of the time unless I need you to take them for some reason. For the first year, all holidays are with me. I don’t want any of your money, the house is mine, your stuff is yours, my stuff is mine, we split the costs for anything involving the kids, both at your place and mine. I expect you won’t have any trouble finding a place to stay on such short notice. We have the money for a hotel if you need more time, but you just can’t stay here. Gia will be going to stay with you once you’re settled.”
She took a deep breath, “For now, as far as the kids know you and Gia are at a work thing. We’re going to get divorced and you and Gia are going to wait six months after the divorce until anything becomes known to anyone else. She’s agreed to go on birth control until then.”
“Katie,” I started to say, but she held up her hand.
“Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it, Dean. I never thought we’d be here. I’ve been with you since I was fifteen and I never thought it would be any other way. Now I have to start over at thirty-four and you get to go straight into a secret relationship with my daughter. There is nothing you can say that will make any of this okay or better for me, you, or her. Just be grateful I’m too prideful to make waves,” she said softly.
She got up and turned back to me, “Don’t ever call me Katie again. You’ve only ever called me that when you’re trying to soften the blow of some fuckup of yours. I’m Katherine to you from here on out.”
I sat in the study and fucked around on my computer for a while after Katherine left the room. Apartments, hotels, looking through the options available for immediate use. I made a list of places to scope out the next morning and eventually dozed off in my chair.
Everything was done the way Katherine wanted. I quietly moved out over the weekend, taking only things the kids wouldn’t notice missing. We rented a condo a few blocks from the office and I wavered between being thrilled with the freedom of being with Gia any time I wanted, and mourning my marriage that I didn’t dislike in any way previously.
While Gia and I lived together and she transferred to a college closer to where I moved after the six month waiting period Katherine insisted on had passed.
Many people assumed it was a sugar daddy relationship as she continued calling me Daddy, but to be honest, she made more through her website than I did at work. She didn’t take a dime from me for anything.
Ray ended up being fired due to the whole jail thing for blackmailing his stepdaughter into sex for enough years that he got the book thrown at him so he never became an issue for either of us again.
Today Gia starts her new official position at my office. She has my old job, I have Ray’s. The smell of fresh pancakes and sausage woke her up before I even made it into the room with the tray I’d made for her. She was smiling as she opened one eye and looked at me, “Breakfast in bed?” I asked her.
She stretched and the sheet fell away from her, she was wearing my shirt from the day before and her hair was back to it’s natural auburn color. I was mesmerized with how beautiful she looked in something as simple as my dress shirt. I sat the tray down beside her but she ignored it and bit her lip as she looked me over, “I’ve got a better breakfast in mind,” she said as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulled me over closer to her.
“Gia…,” I started to complain but her lips on my cock just cleared my head of any ability to stress the need to focus on her first day as an official employee and not an intern.
Her fingernails curled into my ass cheeks as she pulled me closer, my cock gagged her lightly but she kept on rocking me into the back of her throat. I groaned and grasped the back of her head. I lost my train of thought and started unbuttoning the shirt hiding her body from me.
She pulled back and climbed up onto the bed more as I pulled the shirt off of her and tossed it to the end of the bed. I picked up the tray and put it on the floor then climbed up onto the bed with her. She spread her legs, the glisten of moisture on her cunt was alluring, but a quick look to her face made me want to kiss her as she smirked and twirled a curl of her long hair around her finger. I brought my hand to her cunt and my lips to hers as she moaned, muffled by my tongue and kiss.
My fingertips spread her fluids over her and I kissed her jaw, neck, clavicle, I labored over her breasts until the pink nipples stood firm atop the swell of her breast. Then I kissed my way down her gently rounded belly, smiling as I looked up at her and moved my lips down to her clit. She moaned and I took my time, soft licks, firm flicks of the tongue as my fingers penetrated her.
I’ve learned the more she gets off before I stick my dick in her, the more accepting her body is of the stiff invasion of my flesh into hers. She moaned and I moved gently, coaxing her to a soft crest as she smiled and arched her back. I lay back on the bed and helped her climb over me, her knees on either side of my head and her hands on the headboard. I grasped her thighs and pulled her down to my mouth as much as I lifted myself to her cunt.
She pushed herself against my mouth, grinding along my tongue and lips until her clit was firm and her juices coated my mouth. I groped her waist and lower back, guiding her to rock her pretty cunt against my face. I looked up to her and ran my hand up her belly, gently caressing her and urging her to not be afraid of using my tongue to get off. I curled my tongue inside of her then used my tongue to rub her clit. I pushed hard in small movements until her moans became fervent and her pussy pushed me into the pillow beneath me.
A light drip of fluid coated my tongue and I lapped at her deeply, picking her up by her thighs and putting her back on the bed. She moved to the foot of the bed and wrapped her arms around the post at the end of the bed as she looked back at me. I smiled and approached her from behind. I rubbed my dick from her clit to her hole a few times, coating myself in her fluids before I worked myself into her.
Her body stretched to accommodate me much quicker. But what I lived for was her gasp as I worked my dick deep inside of her. My hands on her belly, rubbing her as I whispered, “Does my baby girl want more of Daddy’s cum in her pregnant hole?”
She whimpered and nodded, moving herself back onto my shaft. I pulled her back to me slightly by her waist then I ran my hands over her rounded belly again. She was only just starting to show, but something about her new shape that thrilled me. I kept my lips at her ear and whispered, “That’s it, Gia, use that tight hole to make me a very happy Daddy with a very beautifully pregnant baby girl dripping his cum from her already full body.”
She moaned and turned her head to look back at me, “More whispers, Daddy,” she begged as she tipped her hips and rocked her pussy along my shaft.
I smiled and grabbed her hair, pulling her into a more upright position as I started thrusting forward again, “How many times do I get to put a baby in that beautiful body of yours, Gia?”
She smiled and arched her back, “You can breed me again as soon as I have this one,” she said through a long moan.
I brought my hand down to her clit and pulled her tightly to me, “I love you, Gia,” I whispered as she groaned and clenched on my cock, milking my dick for all it had to offer her.
I held her body to me and ran my hands over her breasts and stomach as I kissed the side of her neck.
She was teary eyes as she looked over her shoulder at me, “You really do love me, don’t you?” she asked softly.
I nodded and kissed her lips softly, “Pregnancy crying or overwhelmed enjoyment crying?” I asked.
She nodded, “Yes, both.”
I pulled free of her and pulled her up onto my lap as I sat back at the head of the bed, stroking her shoulder and back as she cried. After a minute she got control of herself again and looked me in the eye, “I really love it when you whisper to me,” she said softly.
I smiled and lowered my lips to her ear, whispering softly, “Why do you think I keep doing it? Your breath catches every time and your cheeks flush, you swoon when my voice is soft and soothing like this.”
She blushed as she looked up at me, “If you’re not careful with how you use that voice of yours we’re gonna end up with twenty kids,” she said with a playful smile.
I licked her cheek and made her giggle as I wrapped my arms around her, “I’ll take my chances being careless with such an easy way to make your pussy drip, baby girl.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i6gr5y/careless_whispers_part_thirteenthe_end_doggystyle
I just caught up last night. Great timing. And great story
Amazing read!! ??
Great story from start to finish. Great plot and twist.
Did I miss who was Billy from part 4?