DEAR JOHN

The following story is fiction and in no way represents the actions or feelings of anyone either living or dead. Any sex described within this story is between two consenting adults of at least 18 years of age. I hope you enjoy. Please vote and all constructive criticism is encouraged.


I drove down my street in a small central Ohio town south of Cleveland still steaming from the dressing down I had just received from my supervisor. I was being blamed for not properly loading a shipment of goods that the customer had claimed had been damaged during shipment. In all honesty I had to admit I had been in a hurry that day but if I had damaged any product I would have remembered it. Also I would have replaced it with undamaged product. If I had not loaded the shipment properly the carrier should have been charged because they should have inspected the load before shipping. Accepting the load should transfer the blame to the carrier. To put it simply it was my baby while the doors were open but after the trailer doors were sealed the carrier should have been liable. In any case the customer was claiming we were liable and had filed a claim. My job as a shipping clerk wasn't in jeopardy but I hated the idea of a black mark on my record. I had gotten a verbal reprimand and was in a sour mood.


As I pulled into my drive I got a call from my *********** daughter Sunny. “Hi dad just reminding you I am at Cindy's house so we can study together. No boys allowed because her mom isn't home from work so don't worry about us. We should be done in a few hours but I'll give you guys a call or Cindy's mom will bring me home. Ok?”


Cindy's mom Karen was a divorced single parent. Her husband had just walked out on her and Cindy one day announcing that he was moving in with his girlfriend. Karen filed for abandonment and received all of their assets including all of their joint account, which wasn't much, only a few thousand. Looking at it from my side he got hosed but he never fought for any more so I guess he just wanted out. Go figure.


Karen was 28. She had long wavy honey blonde hair, blue eyes, a rather plain face and was big breasted, about 5’ 10” 160 lbs. Nice flat stomach but meaty hips and thighs. People would describe Karen as big boned I guess.
Her ex was living with a bunch of d**ggies and crack whores now in a flophouse somewhere in the bad part of town. Karen had not had any contact with him since their divorce was final four years previously.


“You will keep the doors locked I presume?” I asked.
“Yes sir always,” she said.


”Ok baby have fun and actually study something,” I said with a laugh. My *********** was growing up too fast and I knew the subject of boys would come up probably sooner rather than later.


“You got it daddy. I love you. Bye.”


“I love you too baby. Bye.”


I parked next to my wife Sandy's car and went into my home. My mood was suddenly not so sour as I went to my door with the keys ready. When I entered the house I used the side door. Passing through the laundry area I entered the kitchen and yelled “Sandy I'm home,” and went to the refrigerator for a beer. I had a supply of locally brewed ale that we had discovered recently and I really wanted to unwind with a beer and my beautiful wife. She was a natural redhead, petite 5’ 2” 115 lbs., nice shape with 32a boobs, flat stomach, slender hips and a pretty bubble butt. Maybe we could take advantage of Sunny's absence for a little loving. It had been several weeks since we had connected sexually. It had been few and far between even before that. In fact we had only had sex twice in the last six months. I had been reading up on several different sexual techniques and positions that we could try to spice our sex life up and felt that today we could take advantage of my new found knowledge to jump start our stale *********** marriage.


Not hearing Sandy, I started looking for her through our 3 bedroom home. I wasn't concerned when my calls for her went unanswered. She frequently went with her friend Debbie from work on shopping excursions but rarely during the week. I was disappointed but not really alarmed when I found the house empty so I decided to find a ball game on the TV.


Finishing my ale I went to the kitchen for another and it was then that I saw the envelope with my name on the cluttered counter. Reaching for my beer I opened the envelope. Inside was a handwritten letter, a business card and her wedding rings.


The letter said:
My dear husband John,
There is no easy way to put this so I will be blunt. I have left you for another. Please do not try to find me as I have changed my name and all of my id numbers including my s/s and drivers license. By the time you find this I will be on my way to my new home with my lover.
I have been involved with another for the past year. In case you want to know there has been infidelity for the past 6 months and that is the reason that our sex life slowly drew to a close. My lover wanted me exclusively but I resisted until now and did allow you to be with me occasionally while I was making up my mind. Today I was given an ultimatum.
My dear husband it was the hardest decision that I have ever made and I want you to know I didn't make the decision lightly to leave you and Sunny. I cried for hours as I wrote this letter to you. Never will we cuddle and sleep together again as man and wife. Never will I look up to the man that I promised to have and to hold. Never will I hold my c***d to comfort and love her again, help her with her school work or talk to her about her concerns about boys, ‘girl talk’.
In essence I have left my life with you both and started a new life with my lover.
From this moment on I release you from your marriage vows. You are free to date and hopefully find another person to fill the empty space in your bed.
I have contacted an attorney and started the paperwork for our divorce. The reason for the divorce will be my infidelity with my lover and I have freely admitted to this and so stated in the divorce paperwork. You were not in any way to be blamed and I was most emphatic in this with my attorney.
In our settlement I have taken $10,000 from a bank account that was in my name and you knew nothing about. The money prepaid my attorney fees, is for my travel expenses and to reestablish myself in my new life. The balance of the account, $240,000, was transferred to our joint savings today. I will not tell you how I acquired this much money or why I felt it necessary to hide it from you but to say I did nothing i*****l so you can keep it in good conscience. I had planned this money for Sunny’s college fund and to make our retirement years easier. I have also removed my name from all of our joint accounts and in the divorce settlement I have transferred all my worldly goods that I acquired in our marriage to you and Sunny. I have conceded 100% custody to you and relinquished all visitation rights for Sunny and I am asking for nothing in return. I will never see you or my darling daughter again and my heart is truly broken.
With my new identity I am going to marry my lover as soon as I am notified by my attorney that our divorce is final.
In closing I want you to know how difficult my decision was to make. I truly love you both with all my heart and if there had been any other way to have my new life without hurting either of you I would have chosen it but alas my lover made me choose. Rather than you someday discovering my affair we chose to preemptively come forth with the truth and I would sever all ties with you and Sunny.
The life I have left behind would be enough for almost everyone but the choice I have made to sever all ties with you and Sunny was made with the knowledge of what I am leaving behind compared to what I am gaining with my lover.
Please don't grieve for me and PLEASE never try to find me. I have done everything in my power to make my exit from your life as painless as possible and have made every effort to disappear forever.
I have left my wedding rings in the hope that you may find someone in the future to give you the love and life you deserve. I have also left you a business card for contacting my attorney. Do not try to contact me through him as his only way is through a disposable email address. I will not respond to any other email but my divorce decree and will cancel the email address when I am notified of our divorce.
If you ever loved me then please, please, please give me this one last thing.

Goodbye my darling John,

Sandy


‘Well...DAMN’.... What the fuck was she thinking?


Lover? Man or woman?


Where could she possibly go that she couldn't be found?


How can she claim to love Sunny and I with all her heart but choose to be with her lover? How could she leave the man she swore to love, honour and cherish and along with that permanently sever all ties with her own flesh and blood?


Did anyone else have a clue? Her sister? Work contacts? Sunny? I know even as of this morning Sandy seemed to be the same person I have known all these years. She never said a word to me about being dissatisfied with her life, ever. In fact she has said on more than one occasion that her life was perfect.


Apparently it wasn't as perfect as she projected it to be.


I wondered what she took with her so I started searching her personal belongings. All of her clothes seemed to be in place. Her jewelry box still had everything in it including the string of pearls that I gave her for her 35th birthday last week. Digging through her dresser gave me no clues either. Her underwear drawer showed nothing new or unusual. Nothing seemed to be missing. I tried to remember what she was wearing this morning when I left for work. She had just finished her shower and had her pink bikini briefs and matching bra on. I remember commenting how pretty she looked in pink right before I kissed her for the last time and left for work.


I went to our bath and looked for any missing cosmetics. The expensive body lotion that she once said was the only type that could make her skin feel really soft was still on the counter. There was the towel that she had used. When I went through the dirty clothes still in the hamper. The pink briefs and bra were on top. So she had changed clothes before she left. I had no idea what she could have worn when she walked out today.


Next I searched her car. Nothing seemed out of place. She was never a neat person but the normal clutter was all I found. Opening her trunk gave me my first clue. There was an unfamiliar locked metal case and nothing else. I took the case to the kitchen to unlock it but the lock seemed to be tamper proof and the key was not on her key ring. Much more secure than the normal luggage lock, I couldn't jimmy the lock so I put the case aside for the time being.


I sat with another beer while thinking this through. My wife of 15 years had left me today while I was at work with only a short letter to explain her actions. She claimed to have been involved in an affair for the past year but only intimate for the past 6 months. Other than the drop in frequency of our lovemaking there hadn't been any indication of her affair or her plans to leave. What kind of woman just leaves her husband and only c***d with only a short note as explanation?

Did I ever know her at all? Then...

Where did she get a quarter of a million dollars?


Finishing my beer I decided that Sunny had to be told. Even though it was the middle of the week I would take her out of school for a few days. Maybe together we could work through the devastating series of events that had just occurred. My beer consumption precluded me from driving to pick her up so I called Cindy’s mom and asked if she could drop Sunny off when they were through studying. Cindy’s mom Karen said they were just finishing and she would bring Sunny home on the way into town for her weekly bridge night.

Hanging up the phone I sat at the kitchen table to schedule the following day. I grabbed a pad of paper and started my list.

First I would call work and schedule the rest of the week off. Next I would arrange for Sunny to have the same time off from school. I wanted her to be as involved as I was because this was her mother that had removed herself from our lives.


Next would be a visit to her attorney. I looked at the card she had left me and recognized the name. Dewey, Slocum and Howe more commonly known in divorce cases as ‘do we screw em and how’ these guys were commonly known as the go to sharks if you wanted a divorce and wanted to take your mate to the cleaners. They usually got most of their client’s wishes and over the top judgments for their client’s were the norm. These guys were real sharks so I was happy to note that my ‘loving wife’ had been so generous and had asked for nothing in return.


Next I felt I should retain my own attorney in case something wasn't right. Also for advice on this whole situation I needed a professional to advise me. I wasn't very knowledgeable on family law in general and certainly not on divorces in particular. I grabbed our old phone book and checked the ones that listed family law in their references. I quickly found the name of a woman that I had went to high school with and even dated a few times listed so Angela Wilson got the nod because we would at least have something in common. I thought back to those high school years and our few dates. We had never dated seriously and when I discovered that Angela wouldn't be giving up any pussy I had moved on to the next conquest. We had parted amicably though, both of us moved on with no hard feelings. I had not seen Angela since high school. Back then she had short mousy brown hair, 5’ 4” about 110 lbs. with small boobs but a nice ass.


Next I started a list of anyone that knew Sandy, both professionally and personally. Her family was first. Her parents had been killed in a house fire 10 years before. Her only close family was a younger lesbian sister married to her ‘life mate’ living across the country in Seattle. Alexa and Sandy had once been close but as far as I knew hadn't been in contact with each other for years.


I knew of only one coworker that Sandy had any contact with outside of work. Debbie was an attractive widow. 5’ 8 ``, maybe 150 lbs, blonde hair and blue eyes. Her curves were in all the right places. Her husband Vince had been killed by an enraged husband when he walked in on Vince and his wife while they were fucking. The husband shot him in the balls from behind and the bullet went through his nut sack, exploding his balls, and into his wife's abdomen at an angle severing her spine. The enraged hubby then pulled a screaming Vince onto the floor where a bullet between his eyes killed him. Really gruesome scene I had heard. His wife was permanently disabled with no feeling below her waist and the hubby was convicted of murder and other gun related charges. Now he was behind bars for the rest of his life. Too bad really. They had a ***********, Sunny's age, now with no dad and a disabled mom.


So I had a very short list. Alexa and Debbie. I would discreetly ask around the neighborhood but I had a feeling that would be a dead end. We were not close to any neighbors, never had much occasion to socialize with them but you never know. Someone may have seen something.


Debbie might know of any workplace hanky panky but I wasn't encouraged there either. By the tone of her letter Sandy had been very discreet with her other life and planning her exit strategy. I suspected that Debbie wouldn't know if anything had been going on.


You might wonder at this point why I was looking at my wife's abandonment in such a cold manner. Well to be honest I was torn up inside. I had this huge balled up hurt in my gut. I couldn't describe the feeling exactly but it kind of felt like I had been kicked in the stomach by a Missouri mule. I was hurting bad, real bad. While our marriage hadn't been perfect, no one has a perfect marriage, I didn't think I deserved what she had done. But I was looking at her action in a pragmatic way also. Neither of us had ever been a dominant presence in our marriage. I had always felt that we were equal partners, always supporting the others decisions and sharing everything including household chores and c***d raising. If this action was her way of expressing a discontent or lack of something in our relationship and she wanted out I would let her have it. After all, if she wanted to cheat, and she had admitted that she had cheated for at least 6 months, who was I to demand that she had to unfuck her lover. How could I stop her if she wanted to continue to take a lover? I couldn't or wouldn't make her account for every second of every day. Trust had to be a two way street. No, if this affair had gone as far as it had, as hard as it was for me to admit it, she was welcome to whatever she had in store for the rest of her life.


Did she have to be so fucking cold blooded though?

I was lost in deep thought remembering our life together when I heard the car door slam. Sunny must be home. I suddenly felt fear for her. How would she handle this separation from her mom?


The door slammed open and my beautiful *********** rushed inside, all books, backpack, loud giggling on her phone and, “Hi dad, where’s mom? I just gotta go shopping for a new phone. Mine locked up twice today. Oh, Karen wants a recipe for some kind of dessert that mom has a recipe for she's coming in now. Here she is. I'm going to my room. Bye,” she blurted out in almost one sentence.




Cindy's mom, Karen, came shyly into the kitchen and said, “God, I don't know where they get the energy from. This has been nonstop since Cindy and Sunny came in from school. John, what's wrong? You look white as a sheet,” she suddenly looked concerned.


I didn't know Karen all that well and quickly debated as to if I would share my situation. Sandy and Karen were acquaintances brought together by our two daughters but Karen had always seemed a kind and caring woman. I quickly came to the conclusion that she would know soon anyway so I said, “Please sit down Karen, I have something I need to share with someone.” She sat with a bewildered look and said again, “John what's wrong. You are scaring me. Did someone die? Is it Sandy John? It is her, isn't it John. Was Sandy killed today?”


“Karen no one was killed or died but in a manner of speaking what happened was just as bad,” I said as I slowly slid the letter in front of her.


She quickly read my ‘Dear John’ letter. She gasped out “Oh my dear god” half way through the letter. By the end her tears were dripping onto the table. She read the letter again slowly a second time. When she finished the second reading she broke down and just sobbed out loud and rushed over to my chair. “Oh John I'm so sorry! You poor man. You must be devastated.” She stood in front of my chair and sobbed into the top of my head while she squished her generous sized boobs into my face.


“What will you do now? Are you going to find her? What if she didn't go willingly?” She asked.


I didn't consider the possibility that she may have written this under duress. Could it all be a lie? Fabricated to put me off the trail of an a*****ion? If in fact she had written this but not meant it, was it all a lie? Parts? If so, which parts?


“I don't know yet Karen. Should I tell Sunny now? After all this is her mom we are talking about. If not now then how do I explain the absence of Sandy so suddenly? She was here this morning in a good mood, talking about the vacation we had planned when Sunny finished school this summer.”


“I'm surprised that Sunny hasn't asked already since she got here tonight. Sandy never traveled alone before so that won't work as an excuse. The only relative she has alive is her sister and she is over 1,000 miles away.”


“Sunny is a good level headed girl John. She isn't an airhead like some of those girls in her class. It's your call but I think she should be able to handle this. In fact, perish the thought, but she might be able to shed some light on her mother's actions.”


“Do you believe that Karen?” I wanted to know.


“No but you can't leave any stone unturned. I think she would respect you more if she is involved from the beginning. Would you like me to stay here with you when you talk to her? Sometimes a mother figure helps with the shock,” Karen's face paled at what she had just said. “I'm so sorry for that John. It just came out.”


“No, don't apologize. You are right. Someone besides myself should be here. She likes you and respects you so you would be a good choice for support. I'll get her now.”


I went to Sunny's room and took a deep breath then knocked on her door. “It's open dad come on in.” I opened her door and peeked in. She was lying on her bed texting.


“Sunny would you please come into the kitchen?”


She grabbed her phone and started following me. I said, “Honey could you leave the phone here. I don't want any distractions when we talk.”


She looked at me and saw the serious face I had, not like I was angry but something not good.


“Dad what's wrong? You look sick or something.”


“Just come into the kitchen please,” I said.


“Ok daddy. But why the serious face? Did I do something wrong? Am I in trouble?” She was sounding worried.


“Just come into the kitchen please.” I repeated.


Sunny was surprised that Karen was still in the kitchen and seemed upset also. “Mrs. Fisher, why are you still here? Couldn't you find the recipe?”


Karen just sat in her chair with a pained look on her face, tears running down her face. I took over the conversation.


“Baby I have something to show you then I will ask you some questions,” I said as I gave the letter to her.


Sunny started to read the letter but before she finished her face literally turned white. She looked up at me and asked, “Daddy what is this about? What has happened to mom?”


“Honey just read the whole letter before asking me anything.” I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes were bleary with my tears. She put her head back down and started reading again. I could see the tears dripping on her blouse as her world came crashing down. I thought to myself that no young c***d should have to endure what my sweet daughter had in store for her. Karen got up from her chair and sat next to Sunny and put her arms over her shoulders and hugged her. Both of them had rivulets of tears running down their cheeks. I headed to the bathroom for a box of tissues.


As I was walking back to the kitchen I heard a wailing, agonizing cry, “MOM WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO US! WHY?” Sunny was inconsolable. She had her face stuffed into Karen's ample chest while she held her in sympathy. Both were sobbing. I couldn't stop myself from joining them as my tears ran down my cheeks. I tore out a handful of tissues and handed them to Karen. She looked up at me. I couldn't identify the look in her eyes. Sympathy? Pity? Anger? What? I felt that she was as devastated as my daughter and I were.


Karens phone suddenly started emitting a shrill hard rock ringtone and she picked her phone up. “I'm sorry but I have to take this call,” she said, swiping the screen. “Hello? Yeah I'm sorry but something important just came up and I won't be there tonight.'' She listened briefly. “No you won't. Because I said so. Ok then have it your way. Never again, understand?'' Her voice hardened as she said the last. “Don't call this number ever again. No I won't. Have a shitty life.” With the last she swiped her phone to terminate the call and threw it onto the table. Then she wiped her eyes again and blew her nose. Sunny had calmed down briefly and asked her who the call was from.


“Just someone that I have been seeing, sweetie. I don't know why he lasted as long as he did but he is history now. Cindy didn't know because I was never sure if we had anything. That's why I told her I was going to bridge. I'm glad that he turned into an asshole so quickly though because that made my decision to stop seeing him so much easier. Don't worry about my problems though. You two have enough on your plate.” She looked at me while holding Sunny. “John what are you going to do now?”


I thought briefly and said,” Tomorrow I am taking the rest of the week off to deal with the attorney. I found an old friend to handle my side and hopefully find some answers. Like how and why a wife and mother can justify total abandonment of her husband and daughter and just walk out on her entire life. Then I want to check into my finances. According to the letter I have been enriched substantially by her. If all that is true I want to open new accounts so if she changes her mind someday she can't access the money.”


“Dad you can't do that to her. What if she finds out that she really doesn't want to leave us? How will she get home with no money if she wants to come home?” Sunny made a good point but if in fact she had been carrying on a clandestine affair for a year, even if she hadn't been intimate until the last 6 months, I wouldn't want her back. A one time mistake in the heat of the moment or even a short misguided affair might be forgiven. Maybe. A year long affair was unforgivable even if nothing had happened for the first 6 months.


“Ok Sunny I will leave an account at our old bank with our previous account number with $5,000 in it. I will put it in mine and your mom’s name. I won't change the password so if in the future she needs the money to come home, she will have access to it. I will say this though and don't try to change my mind, if your mother ever does come back she will need a very good excuse for what she did. Buyer's remorse won't work. Neither will boredom, blackmail, d**gs or alcohol. About the only excuse she might give that I could accept would be forced a*****ion and I don't believe at this time that she was k**naped.”


“That's acceptable I guess,” my daughter said.


“Ok here is my plan. Tomorrow we, you and I, will go see this attorney that your mom says has the divorce paperwork. Then we will go see an attorney that I know that handles family law. When all the legal stuff is done we will go to the bank to do all the banking. You, Sunny will be off school for the rest of the week so we can get our heads on straight and deal with the world again. Any questions?”


Karen spoke up. “John I want to help. You two will need someone to take care of your shopping, cooking, house cleaning and to make sure that you two don't fall apart or self destruct. I remember how devastated I was when my ex left me. I didn't have a clue that he was so into the d**gs and crack whores so I understand how you two must feel. Please let me help.”


“Yeah dad let her help us.” Sunny piped up.


“John I still have all my vacation I can take some time off from work so money will not be a problem. Please John?”


I had to admit that Karen would be the perfect candidate for the help she was offering. She had survived essentially the same thing with her ex-husband. “Okay Karen I'll accept whatever help you can offer but you must promise that your homelife won't suffer and that includes Cindy. I don't want you to become so engrossed in my family that you neglect yours. I'm serious here. I will not allow you to let your *********** become a latch key k** because you are helping us.”

So that was how my life went into the toilet and back to normal again within the space of a few days.


The visit to her attorney was brief and to the point. The divorce papers had already been signed and her signature notarized. The conditions of the divorce were exactly as she had put in her letter. Her admission of guilt meant that the divorce would be fast tracked. I did retain my old classmate for representation. Angela remembered me from school and was more than willing to help me out. I took a copy of the paperwork to her to look over. She was amazed at the terms that Sandy had requested. She was okay with the terms so I signed the papers then left the details in her hands to file. She told me in this case I probably wouldn't even have to go to court.


The money had been deposited as Sandy had said it would be. Unless you consider the fact that my best friend had left our marriage with no input from me, my life was looking up.


I still didn't know why though. Why did my wife suddenly decide to abandon her family?


I decided to talk to some people.


First, was a visit to the local sheriff. They were no help because with the letter Sandy had left behind, as an adult, she was free to leave as long as she had not been forced. Even with the sudden departure there was nothing to point to a*****ion. There were no signs of struggle so in their mind no laws were broken. I wasn't convinced though. It took them a few days to finally break into the box I had found in Sandy’s trunk. The box, however, was empty.


Sandy’s friend Debbie was as floored as I had been. According to her, there was nothing Sandy had shared with her of the affair. She was positive that there had never been any office hanky panky as all the guys that Sandy worked with were too old or had young wives at home. Another dead end. That only left her sister Alexa. She wasn't answering her phone though.


I was slowly recovering from the shock of Sandy’s disappearance by the following weekend. Karen had been a godsend. I didn't realise what life would be like without a partner until the little whirlwind that was named Karen Fisher unleashed herself on our household. She did the laundry, cleaned the house from top to bottom, supervised the homework from our two teens, made sure that our beds had clean sheets, did the shopping for food, and speaking of food, man she could cook. Every day when Sunny and I returned home the house was clean and a meal was prepared. Cindy had begun coming to our home after school with the day’s homework for Sunny and by the end of the week it was like we were a family of sorts.


But there was still an empty spot in my bed and in my heart.


We four were sitting in our kitchen the following Saturday morning discussing the mystery of Sandy’s disappearance when the elephant in the room was brought up. By my daughter if you can believe it.


“Dad, are you going to try to find mom?” Sunny had really impressed me with her maturity this week. Although the family had been torn apart Sunny had been my rock. “You know you won't let her go unless you at least try to find her. There has to be a way to at least find out if she is ok. She might be a sex slave in some third world country or something else just as bad.”


Karen spoke up, “Sunny how can you say something so hurtful about your mother.’
I spoke up,“ Karen she's right. If Sandy left us for a lover she has that right but if she was a*****ed for other more nefarious reasons we should find out if we can help her escape. This whole affair excuse just doesn't sound like her but I do have to admit that our sex life had went way downhill in the past six months.”


“Dad! TMI. I don't want to know about your sex life.” Sunny said loudly.


“You brought the subject up Sunny. In fact you are the one that mentioned the possibility of her being a sex slave. And where did you hear of third world sex slaves if I might ask?” I asked my worldly ***********.


“Dad we do have the internet you know. I know how to do word searches. I've been researching the reasons why women have disappeared online. That is one of the more popular reasons. The US has had an increase in women and young girls disappearing and then surfacing in some sleazy whore house overseas. I'm sorry if that upsets you but you have to consider that possibility.” I once again was amazed at how mature my *********** daughter was.


I was watching Karen as Sunny recounted her recent online activities. When Sunny mentioned whore house, Karen's face lost its color and she had a sad look come over it. I had a feeling that the exploits of her ex had come to mind.


I spoke up. “Ok here is the plan. I will contact Angela and see if she can put me in contact with a private detective or at least someone to look into her disappearance. I agree that we should try to find her. No one is invisible forever. Is that ok Sunny?”I wanted my *********** to be onboard with my plan.


“Yes. If she has found someone she loves more than us and wants to be with I have to be ok with that.” Sunny suddenly had tears running down her pretty cheeks. “But if she has been k**napped I want you to help her. I want my mom back daddy,” her voice quivered. Sunny leaned over onto Karen and sobbed.


“Ok baby if she can be found, we will find her. If she is held **************** we will bring her home, so help me God.”


“Thank you daddy,” Sunny sobbed.


I looked once again at Karen’s face as her tears joined Sunny's. She had one arm around Cindy and was stroking Sunny's hair in comfort with the other hand.

I left a message on Angela’s business number not expecting a response until after the weekend. I was surprised to get a call back within 30 minutes. I explained my issue of wanting closure with Sandy and asked if she could refer me to someone competent to find her even if she was no longer in the country.


“I do have someone I have used in the past but they normally don't work outside the workplace. By the workplace I mean a letter agency. That's all I will tell you. I will forward your request to her and if she thinks it's something, she will be in touch. I normally use local private investigators but I think this person fits your needs better. I don't mean to sound mysterious but she must be discreet because her company frowns on anyone working solo,” Angela finished.


“Thank you Angela do you have a contact number?” I asked.


“She will contact you. Just be ready. I will give her your situation and all pertinent information. Unless you want to settle for a local PI.


“No that sounds okay. Have her contact me. I want some type of closure. My daughter needs closure. Money won't be a problem as you know but I won't bankrupt what is left of my family just to find out she is living with some Greek stud on a private island.”
“Ok John I understand.” Angela concluded our conversation.


It was several days before I got the call. We met in some smoke filled honky tonk bar in the country. The music was loud and the crowd was lively. I went to the bar and ordered a beer. I had only taken one sip when I felt the presence of someone beside me. I looked down into the ice blue eyes of a very pretty, and very short woman.


“John I presume?” she asked.


“Yes,” I said after I gulped my mouthful of beer.


“Follow me.”


I followed her to a booth away from the dance floor. She introduced herself as Sam. no last name, just Sam. I started to explain what I wanted but she put her hand up and stopped me.


“I know about your wife and the letter. Tell me what you know about her before you met. Did she tell you of any old love affairs that might have ended badly? Do you know of anyone at all in her past that would want her back? Even after all these years?” Sam took a sip of her drink.


“We didn't share anything of our past, ever. Sandy wanted both of our past lives to remain just that, in the past. I do know that neither of us were virgins so there could have been a previous lover that never got over her. She had a four year college degree so she could have had a love affair in college but like I said she never gave me any names.” I told her.


“Angela says you are trustworthy and she never has steered me wrong so I believe that you are serious. I will find your wife or I will at least find out where she is now. I will give you everything I find out about her and her so-called lover. Is there anything you don't want to know? Sometimes what you imagine is better than reality.” Sam looked at me with those cold ice blue eyes. I thought that her face would be very pretty in a different setting and circumstance.


“I want to know anything you find. If she truly wants to be separated from her old family then so be it but I want her to look me in the eye and tell me. Not read it from a letter.

Our divorce is on fast track because of her letter so if possible I want something before she has a chance to remarry.”


“Okay I'll find her. My price to you is $10,000. If she is dead I’ll find her grave but it's still $10,000. If she can't be found it won't cost anything. I won't collect until I have proof of her whereabouts. Deal?”


“Deal,” we shook hands. Her hands were as cold as her eyes. I asked her how I was to pay her and she told me that Angela would handle the payment.



In the weeks to follow the meeting with Sam my life was surprisingly calm. I went back to work without telling anyone what had happened at home. Karen went back to work also and was as close to a substitute wife for me as I could want. Except for the sex part that is. She and Cindy had moved some clothes and women's things into our home. Karen moved into the third bedroom and Cindy was bunking with Sunny. The girls were getting along like they were sisters.


I felt better in some ways than I had felt in 15 years. My daughter had accepted the fact that her mother was no longer a part of our family. I had really worried about Sunny but she had surprised me again at how ambivalent she had become concerning her mother.


Sandy had been gone for a little over six months when I overheard the two *****************'s in a conversation one day.


Cindy: “Sunny do you think we can get your dad to marry my mom? That would be sooooo cool. Then we could actually be sisters all the time for real. Besides I want a daddy again. Even though my real dad was an asshole he was still my dad and I miss that and if we both loved your dad he wouldn't look so sad all the time. If we could get them to marry it would be perfect.”


Sunny: Yeah I agree. But I don't think my dad is ready to marry anyone, yet. He was really hurt by what my bitch of a mother did. Your mom has been so nice though. I think if he ever decides to remarry it should be to your mom. We need to get them together, like in the same bedroom or something. If we let both of them know we are okay with it and push them a little who knows what will happen.” Sunny finished.


‘The little shits’ I thought. ‘Here I am just beginning to be able to deal with an empty bed and these two connivers are getting me hooked up already.’ I had to smile though. I could think of worse ways to deal with the abandonment of her mother than to get with Karen.


She had been totally exclusive with her ex-husband. Not seeking any romance until after her divorce and her hormones drove her to seek a fwb. Since the day my wife left, I don't believe she had dated anyone. She wasn't a beautiful lingerie model but from what I could see she had everything else going on. Honestly she was the exact opposite, body wise, than my ex had been. Where Sandy had been an okay cook, Karen was a whiz in the kitchen. Where Sandy was short, Karen was taller. Where Sandy had been petite and small breasted, Karen was very well endowed. Where Sandy was petite, small waisted and had a cute bubble butt, Karen was well, bigger, in a well rounded mature way. Not fat mind you just more to love.
‘Did I just think that? More to love? love? Oh god what am I going to do?’ Suddenly I had an epiphany.

That evening we four sat down to one of Karen’s tasty meals. Fresh made biscuits, beef roast with those little red potatoes and baby carrots, mashed potatoes and homemade gravy and French cut green beans. I was in heaven.


When we finished the homemade peach cobbler with a scoop of ice cream I cleared my throat.


“Ladies, I have a proposal to make. Sunny you know that your mom is probably gone for good, right?” She looked at me with those big eyes. I could see nothing but sadness when she said, “Yeah dad. I agree. I don't know why she left but I don't think she will ever be back.”


“Our divorce has been official for a few months so I think it's time to find you a new mom. Would you and Cindy agree to let Karen and I start dating to see if we are compatible? And before you say anything, Karen would you be interested in just dating for now and to enjoy being together like a family? Maybe move into a relationship at some point?”

Now let me explain my romantic relationship with Karen up to this point. There was no romantic relationship. Period. She had been there for Sunny and I from the moment she read Sandy’s letter but had not done anything or said one word out of line. No sexy outfits or veiled looks. No lingering touches or phrases with double meanings.


She just took over the domestic chores of a household like she had always been there to ease whatever transition I was in for. She had been abandoned once herself by her ex-husband so she knew of the hurt, the lonely nights that I would have to endure. She knew that for Sunny and I to heal would take time so she gave us that.


I could tell that Sunny had begun to heal quicker than I had but I didn't realize to what extent until I overheard her and Cindy talking that morning.

All I heard was a resounding “YES!!!” The two girls looked at each other and slapped their hands in a high five. Karen's face got very red and she looked embarrassed. She stayed silent as she just looked down at her plate.


The following Friday night I picked Karen up for our first date. She still had her home so as I pulled into her drive I realized that I had no idea what to expect from a ‘dressed up’ Karen. I had never seen her in anything but work clothes or casual wear around my house.


She was beautiful. It was well into summer by then so she wore a fairly short, almost down to her knees, one piece tube style dark green dress. Her breasts were held in place only by the top of her dress and nothing else, I could not see a panty line either. The silver three inch heels put her to just over six feet, the same as me. She completed the outfit with minimal makeup, a small pearl necklace, a lace shawl and tiny silver clutch that matched her shoes. I couldn't tell if she wore earrings because she wore her hair loosely around her face.


I was gobsmacked. All I could do was stare as I held the door for my beautiful date. I was treated to a generous helping of the top of her hose then some bare thighs as she sat down in the passenger seat. I still couldn't tell for sure but I suspected that she was pantiless also. I continued to stare at her until she looked up and said, “do I look okay John? You haven't said a word.”


I came out of my dazed state quickly then. “Karen you are beautiful. You absolutely are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Sorry but I was just speechless for a second.”


She giggled as she said in a nervous whisper, “Thank you John.” Then in a louder voice, ” Well then, close the door and let's go.”

There were several restaurants that I could have chosen but most of them had memories of dinners with my wife attached so I chose a lounge that was a bit further away. They had good food I had heard but most importantly they had a more intimate atmosphere. Tablecloths with subdued lighting and candlelight at the tables. A perfect romantic setting for our first date.


I wanted to get to know Karen better but we kept the conversation light as we ate and while she relaxed with me. She admitted that she loved Sunny and that she had been so helpful when her husband left her. “She and Cindy were already best friends but Sunny kept telling her that they could be sisters and she would share her dad if she wanted. Even at her young age Sunny always seemed more mature than other girls her age.”


I knew what she meant. My daughter had really been a rock for me also but I wanted to know Karen better.


“Karen tell me about you.”


“Well there isn't much to tell. I probably married too young but I felt like I was in love. I was still in high school when I got pregnant with Cindy. He was four years older than I was. Our parents wanted us to marry so they could have a grandc***d and like an idiot I said yes. I should have stayed single and given Cindy up for adoption but I was still a k**.”


“I knew almost from the beginning that marrying him was a mistake. He would come home late smelling of perfume or like he had just had sex. He was usually high back then and most of our arguments revolved around his d**g use. He had a good job so he could provide a home for us but he could never stop the d**gs or keep his dick in his pants. Oh sorry for the language.” Her face turned red.


“That's okay I know what you meant. So what happened to make him leave you like he did?”


“Well to be totally honest I stopped having sex with him because of his years of serial cheating. I found out that he was screwing some crack whore and who knows who else. I think she was some old girlfriend or something but I was afraid that he would bring some disease home and infect me. I guess she had a lot of girlfriends that would hand out pussy for just a hit on a joint so I was afraid that if one of them got infected they all would be. I’m sorry again for the language.” She said quietly.


“Karen look at me,” I said as I reached over and raised her chin. “Don't apologize again for saying what you feel. I understand how hurtful this must be for you but if you and I are ever to develop any type of relationship, I want you to tell me everything.”


“Okay but that is really about it. I told him if he wanted to ever have sex again with me that he would leave those other women alone and stop doing the d**gs. I said I had had enough. We would not be intimate ever again until he showed me that he had been tested for STDs and was clean. That was the night that he packed his clothes and walked out on me. I never cheated on him. Ever.”


“It wasn't until our divorce was final that I agreed to go out on a date. I was so afraid of catching a disease that I insisted on a condom with everyone. I was only intimate three times before the day Sandy left you. I was supposed to have a date that night but when I read her letter I knew that you would need support. So here we are.” Karen put her hands together and looked down again.


“Karen why have you given me so much and never asked for anything in return? Don't get me wrong, you have been like an angel sent from heaven to rescue Sunny and I but you have given up any life that you may have had. My daughter and I could have survived but you made that survival so much less painful.”


“Thank you John. To be honest, it wasn't much of a life and I’m lonely. Not many men want to date a big girl my age with a teenage daughter. You are going through something that I know a little about so I was just trying to help you and Sunny. When you let me read the letter from Sandy it was almost like Deja Vu all over again. Now when I am at your house it's like I have a family to care for again. I feel pride in your home and I am so happy and content while I am cooking for all of us. I feel complete even when I’m doing your laundry. You need some new underwear by the way. Yours looks rather worn,” She giggled like a teen, lightening the moment.


“Thanks for that.” I smiled, suddenly in thought. “Karen, I don't know if I love you yet but would you agree to a friends with benefits arrangement? I mean after all we are both single now and practically living together anyway. I haven't had sex since the last time Sandy and I did it which was several weeks before she left. So that makes it about eight months. I can assure you that I don't feel like playing the field and I have the feeling that you feel the same way.”


”John I am totally in favor of a fwb but I am going to be very candid here. If we start having sex I want us to be exclusive as long as we are together. No playing around with other people. Ever. I am on birth control so we are safe from getting me pregnant.” She finished.


“I have never been one to play around when I'm in a relationship so that's okay with me if we are exclusive. I don't have a huge sex drive so it's not like I want to do it all the time either. But it's been over eight months for me and only twice the previous six months. My biggest concern is that I want Sunny to have a positive female influence in her life. She is growing up so fast.” I took Karen's hand in mine. “What I'm about to say is the truth. I don't want you to leave us. Ever.” I chose that moment to relate the incident of overhearing the conversation between our girls. She said what I felt about the incident. “The little connivers are trying to get us married.” she giggled again.


I started rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb, looking into her eyes. I leaned over and gave her a light kiss on her lips. Just a searching light kiss. She closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. We stayed just like that for several seconds then I pushed my tongue out and began probing her lips. We kissed in a slow intimate way for a few minutes. We parted while I looked into her eyes.


“I can think of worse ways for our lives to go than for us to marry. For right now though I want to make love to you tonight. Would you care to go to your place or mine?” I asked.


“If we are going to be together then yours. The girls won't mind. In fact they probably want this to happen,” Karen finished.


I paid the check and we quickly went to my car then hurried to my house.


We could hear music and laughter coming from the two girls in Sunny’s room so we tiptoed quietly to the master.

I found out several things about Karen that night. She was a great kisser. We spent at least an hour swapping spit before any clothes disappeared. She loved to have her ears and a special place on her neck nibbled on. Her breasts were spectacular and her nipples were not that big but very sensitive. She was very good at giving oral, I found out later, but no one had ever gone down on her, ever. She almost ripped my hair out when she came the first time orally. I could feel her thigh muscles quivering as I brought her to the cusp of orgasm then slowed down until she cooled off a bit. I did this several times before I put her over the top.


As I said the results were worth it. She was catching her breath when she asked, “John I have never felt that before. Are you sure that you are okay putting your mouth down there? Everyone else I've been with said it's nasty and wouldn't do it.”


I dipped my fingers into her swampy hole and brought them to her lips. “Open,” I said. She opened her lips and I inserted my fingers into her mouth.


“Taste yourself.” When she did, I asked her, “Is that nasty?”


“Hmmm not nasty. Different but definitely not nasty.”


“Okay then. Case closed. You are not nasty down there. In fact you have a very nice tasting pussy. The best I ever tasted.”


“Better than, Sandy?”


“Oh yes much better. Her pussy was always a bit strong and fishy tasting. Yours is more flowery if that makes sense.”


“Okay I'll take your word for it.” She hesitated. “John you haven't cum yet. Don't you want to make love to me?”


“I was just getting to that. Do you want me to use a condom?”


“No need. I'm on birth control and you haven't been with anyone since Sandy so make love to me John.”


When I first entered Karen’s pussy it was a bit of a struggle. I am not that big, 6 ½”-7” on a good day and average girth but her pussy felt really tight when I entered her love canal. I had to push in very slowly using very short strokes until I felt our natural lube take over.


“God you are huge John!” She whispered loudly. “Go slowly lover until I can adjust.”


‘No problem’ I thought as I enjoyed the magic that was Karen’s pussy.


Our first coupling lasted for at least 15 minutes. We were not in a hurry so I slowly moved in and out for several minutes until I felt her begin to tense again. We didn't do any freaky stuff either, just straight missionary sex.


“Oh yeah Johnny, fuck me baby. Fuck me, slide that big dick in me. You fill me just right. Fuck me baby fuck me forever Johnny. Fill me with your cum. I'm cumming Johnny.”


Karen put her mouth against my chest then to silence her orgasmic squeal and shook uncontrollably for several strokes until I couldn't hold it any longer.


“Ugghhhh here it cums, ''I moaned into her hair. I was filling her with my cum while she was finishing her third maybe fourth orgasm of the evening. When I finished I just propped myself on my elbows while she had those delicious aftershocks for several minutes. Her legs were wrapped around my waist holding me inside her. Finally she could speak.


“I hope you don't think I'm easy. After all, this is only our first date.” she said.


I suddenly thought I could hear some giggling outside my bedroom door.
“I think someone heard us,” I whispered.


Karen just smiled at me. “Well what if they did. This IS what they wanted, isn't it?”


“Yeah I guess. I just hate the thought of having two teen girls around when we are in here. I was hoping to wait a while longer to have the birds and the bees talk with Sunny.” I mused sadly.


“John! That is going to be my job and don't you forget it. Besides, this is the computer age. If either girl was to have a question, all they need to do is look it up on the internet.”


I just sighed at the loss of parental control in today's high tech world.

And so my life with Karen began. She was absolutely the antithesis of Sandy. I already described the physical difference. Where Sandy would let the housework slide on occasion, Karen kept my home spotless. Sandy was an ok cook but Karen was a whiz in the kitchen. Romantically Sandy was never as eager in bed as Karen was. She was, to put it crudely, the...best...fuck I've ever had. The woman was always eager to try anything and everything after she got over her initial shyness with me. We did try to keep the noise down in consideration of our two teen girls. Sunny brought up the elephant in the room one morning after a particularly loud sexual romp the previous evening.

As she and Cindy were eating their morning cereal she told us to, “Have fun but keep it down in the future. Me and Cindy need our sleep.” Karen just turned her head and smiled, her cheeks red. The two teens just giggled.

But as in any relationship, the newness was eventually replaced by a comfortable feeling of contented family life. Our girls quickly started calling the other parent Mom or Dad. Six months after moving in, Karen decided to sell her house. “It's just sitting there empty now, and the housing market is up. So why not?”


When Karen told me she was selling her home I decided to make our arrangement permanent. In front of our girls I got down on one knee and asked Karen to make me the luckiest man alive and be my wife. I think I temporarily lost my hearing when three girls squealed “YES!” I also bought each of my lovely teens a ring with their birthstones. I explained that I considered both Cindy and Sunny equally as my daughters.


We married in a small civil ceremony with just a few coworkers and my two lovely daughters present.


We were married for two months when Karen was notified of her ex-husband's death from an accidental heroin overdose. After the funeral Karen surprised me when she gave me a cashiers check for $200,000.


“It's from his life insurance. I still had the policy and he never took me off as beneficiary. Put it with your money you have saved for the girls college fund.” She told me. I had not touched the $240,000 that I got from the divorce. I preferred the lifestyle I grew up with and as long as my family was content, so was I.


So to sum up my life, I was content. I had everything I wanted to take myself and my new wife into retirement. I almost never thought of Sandy anymore. Sure I lost fifteen years of my life to her but I was consoled by what she left me. Sunny.

Almost three years had passed since that fateful day when one evening Angela, my attorney, called me at home. She told me to meet Sam again the following day. Same time, same place. I had almost forgotten my promise to Sunny to find her mom. We hadn't brought the subject up recently but I was glad to finally get, hopefully, some closure. I was curious also as to what had happened to my ex-wife.

The bar was smokeless now but still filled with the same rowdy people. I went to the bar and ordered a beer. I only had a chance to swallow my first sip when I sensed her presence. Sam wasn't a big girl but when I looked into her cold blue eyes again, I almost shivered. The woman just gave me the creeps. She said nothing as she led me to the same booth as last time. She handed me a small manila envelope.


“She is still alive and living in a low rent Hollywood apartment. Inside the envelope are two thumb drives. One can be viewed by your daughter but not the other one. She is into some freaky S/M shit that your *********** doesn't need to see. It's pretty intense. I also wrote her name, address and cell number on the back of the card from where she works but I wouldn't advise that you contact her. Her dom is pretty possessive with his girls. If you have to contact her for whatever reason do it when he isn't around. He is gone on business trips for three days every two weeks. Don't ask what his work is because it doesn't matter. She looks fairly happy but I only talked to her once. I had the impression that she would do it differently if she had a do over but she knows that she burned her bridges. Also, even though she gave me her contact info, she told me to ask you not to contact her, ever. She said that she doesn't want you to see what she has become. I did tell her that you had remarried and was happy now. She said congratulations and that she wished you well.” Sam paused and took a sip of her drink then continued.


“The money came from her past. From high school through college until she met you, she said that she was a very popular high priced ********* then e*****. Sometime during this time period is when she met the dom she is with now. She thought she had escaped him when you two married but he found her somehow a year before she left you. She never explained what happened but he must have had some influence with her and these men don't like their women to leave them without permission. My opinion is that he blackmailed her with the knowledge of her past activities as a ********* but that's just a supposition. He may have had pictures or video. Who knows. While the money came from prostitution, it's been so long that no one will be checking where it came from so you should be okay to spend it. Do you have any questions?”


I was stunned with this amount of information. Nothing I had ever experienced had prepared me for this. But nothing had prepared me for her leaving the way she had either.


“Only two questions. How did you find her and was she a*****ed?”


“It was the box that was in her car. In the trunk. That box was a safety deposit box from a bank in Hollywood. How she came to possess it and what was in it, I don't have a clue. Probably a collar of some type. Those people do love their collars. I had to research who had rented it and when. Then I had to cross reference the names with the few people that I had from before you met her. I got a hit and that hit led me to her dom.


I almost didn't recognise her when I first saw her. Her hair is cut butch now and is purple with blonde spikes. She has multiple piercings all around her face and in her tongue. In your thumb drive there is a video where she proudly displays her other piercings, tits, stomach, clit and her pussy lips. She talks with a lisp now because she has a slit tongue and because of the tongue piercings. She has had implants and her tits are huge now along with multiple tattoos all over her body. Quite frankly I think she looks grotesque compared to the pic I had of her. As to if she was a*****ed, she said that she left willingly. Again I got the impression that she would handle it differently if she had it to do over though. Any other questions?”


I couldn't think of anything so I told her I would make arrangements with Angela for her payment. She smiled and said, “It's already been taken care of. Have a nice life with your new wife.” she smiled again and left the bar.


I sat in the bar and drank several more beers while I contemplated what to do. Should I open up the hurt again by looking at what was in the thumb drives or just let sleeping dogs lay? Sunny was sixteen now and dating. Her life now was happy and full of love from her family. She was doing great in high school and had a bright future. Both Sunny and Cindy wanted to become a physician's assistant like Karen so their future looked promising. I finally decided to run this by Karen and get her opinion.

I waited for our girls to be away with their end of the year junior class trip to Cedar Point amusement park. They would be gone overnight so I made dinner reservations for Karen and I to relax in peace. We had finished our meal and started dessert when Karen opened Pandora's box.
“John, since you met with Sam you have been very quiet. Is there anything that you want to share with me? I can tell that something is bothering you. Please let me help if I can.”


I looked into the eyes of the beautiful woman that I loved now. We had always shared our problems and Karen had been the one to help Sunny and I when we needed her the most.


“They found her. She is in California. From what Sam told me she is mostly happy with her life. She wishes she had a do over but she knows that she has burned her bridges. She knows that I have remarried but not to whom. She did congratulate us and wished us the best,” I finished.


“What is it about this that has you upset John. Do you want to see her again? Reconcile?”


“No nothing like that. I was over her by the time we first made love. You are my world now with our two beautiful girls. It's Sunny. I promised her that I would find her mom if I could. Now that I have, should I tell her? What if she insists that we go to her?”


“John you said that you were over her. What is the problem with Sunny seeing her mom?”


“She has changed her looks. From what Sam told me she looks grotesque now. She has huge implants, multiple piercings, slit her tongue and tattoos all over her body. It's her body to do what she wants but I want Sunny to remember her mom as the pretty petite soccer mom that she was up until she left. Not the ugly monster that she is now. Sam gave me two thumb drives. Only one of which Sunny should see. The other was only for my eyes because she is into a s/m lifestyle and some of it is pretty intense.”


“John do you still have the thumb drives?”


“Yes. But I haven't looked at either of them. I'm afraid to. It's like, if I don't look, she will still be that pretty soccer mom for me also. I know you must think I'm a wimp to feel this way.”


“I do not John! Don't ever think that you are a wimp. You are strong and loving. Even though she tore your heart out, you want to protect her memory for your lovely daughter. Most men want their c***dren to hate their ex but I have never heard you utter a negative word about her.” Karen had a sudden thought. “I might have a compromise. How about if I look at the thumb drives first? I was never that close to Sandy. We were only acquaintances because of the girls. If I don't think Sunny should see her mom, if she looks that bad, then we will put this away and not bring the subject up. But if she ever asks, we won't lie to her. We can prepare her for what she will see but if she wants to know if you found her we can't lie.”


I agreed.


That night I gave Karen the envelope containing the contact information and the two thumb drives. One was marked J the other was S. I assumed J for me and S for Sunny. She took the laptop into the girls room and closed the door. Two hours later she went to the kitchen without saying a word. I was watching TV when she sat down wordlessly next to me with her water. She was shaking and had been crying. Her cheeks were streaked from the tears. Finally after a few minutes she announced, “That poor baby should never see what I just saw. I agree with you that Sunny should remember her mom as she was, not what she is now. John, I would prefer that you never look at the pictures or either thumb drive also. No one should see her that ever knew her before.”


That's how we left it, I buried the envelope in a safe deposit box at my bank.

Our life from that point on was typical Midwestern normal. Both Karen and I had entered our thirties. She was thirty two and I was thirty three. Sunny and Cindy had kept their grades up through High School so they both qualified for partial scholarships at U. of M in Ann Arbor, Michigan. They took most of their classes together and got their Physician's Assistant certifications. Again sharing everything together as the sisters that they had become.

While in college, I am sure that both girls gave up their V-cards at some point while dating but I never got that memo. They both dated frequently together and separately I was told.

I was approaching my forties when the next chapter in our family started to play out, a year after Sunny and Cindy both started working for identical-twin Doctors that operated a large d**g rehab clinic about twenty miles from our home. Apparently it was love at first sight and I knew I would finally lose my two lovely daughters to these men the moment I met them. Both Cindy and Sunny absolutely glowed when they introduced the twin brothers, Ben and Tim Shockley. The brothers treated my girls with respect and I had a feeling at that point that a wedding was in my future. They dated through the winter and the following Valentines Day I was met at my door by an excited Karen. Both girls were engaged and wanted a double wedding in June.

At that point I was relegated to the back of the room and told to just write the checks. Dads, you know what I'm talking about here I'm sure.

It's been over twenty years since Sunny brought up the subject of her mother.

I was holding her youngest daughter while rocking on the top deck of our new home. After our two daughters started their life, Karen and I decided that we wanted to escape the midwestern winters and bought a houseboat in Florida to live on. I have retired from the warehouse job but Karen is still working part time for a staff doctor at a retirement village. Both Sunny and Cindy wanted to be near us so they talked their husbands into moving to the Miami area.


Sunny and Cindy had developed into two beautiful women. Sunny was petite and looked much like her mother but Cindy was a mirror image of hers. Their marriages had been very fruitful for my daughters. Both had four c***dren. Five boys and three girls together.


Anyway I was rocking Sunny’s youngest when she brought up the one person that I had mostly forgotten.


“Dad why did you never tell me about mom? I know that you found her.” I had hoped to escape this conversation forever.


“Yes I did find her Sunny. I know that I promised to tell you but with the information that I received, I didn't think that you should see her. She had changed her looks and was into some pretty kinky sexual shit. At the time, she was into the s/m lifestyle. She had gotten huge implants, tattoos all over her body and multiple piercings including her tongue and her sex. She also had her tongue slit. I'm sorry for keeping this from you but at the time we were still healing from her abandonment.” I took a long breath before I continued.


“Honestly she wasn't your mom anymore. At least she wasn't the person that you and I remembered. She was this horrible creature that her dom had turned her into. I never talked to her but I know that she said that she still didn't want to see us.” I took another long breath.


“I still have the information that I received. If you insist, I will give it to you but she isn't the person that you once knew. She did insist that we never try to contact her so I heeded her wishes.” Sunny’s eyes were once again full of tears because of Sandy. I wanted this chapter in our life to be over once and for all.


“Give me whatever information you have dad. I will look at it and make my mind up at that point. I trust you and believe that you were shielding me from what she did but I want to give her one last chance. If she rejects me again, so be it. I love you dad, but I still want to love my mother, if she will let me that is.”


It took a few days to retrieve the envelope. When I gave it to Sunny, she acted like she really didn't want it. Like it would taint her somehow.


“Sunny, there are two thumb drives in here. One is marked S the other is marked J. I would prefer that you don't look at the one marked J. That one was for my eyes only. Although I won't stop you, I am asking you not to view its contents.” Sunny rummaged in the envelope and handed me my thumb drive.

“Dad, if this is what I think it is. Don't keep it and don't view it. Destroy it. I know you want to remember mom as she was. As for me, I just have to know. You do understand, don't you daddy?”


“Yes baby. I do. Would you like to use my laptop?” I asked.


“Sure but I want to have some privacy. Okay?”


“Use the one in my bedroom.” I finished the conversation.

Sunny and her husband Ben got out of their rental car in front of the sex shop. The sign out front advertised ‘Girls, Tattoos, Piercing Pagoda, Sex Toys for Him and Her!!!


Sunny suddenly felt dirty and unwashed simply by being in front of the seedy looking place. The shop was located in a run down section of the Hollywood neighborhood. Suddenly she felt a real reluctance to enter the shop. She looked at Ben with a hopeful look.


“Are you sure you want to do this Babe,” Ben asked. Sunny suddenly shivered with uncertainty.


“I don't want to do this baby. I have to do it. If my mom is in here I want her to see the family that she gave up. I also want to give her one last chance to say that she doesn’t want me. Please let me handle this. Just stay with me please?”


Sunny had viewed the pictures on the thumb drive meant for her. She had been appalled at her mother’s physical transformation. The most appalling to her was the snake scale tattoos. She had allowed someone to ink her body until her skin looked as though she were some type of serpent caricature. The photos had been carefully edited by Sam to include several poses. The photos had been done in a studio by someone that knew how to take erotic photographs. At first Sunny couldn't believe that this person in these pics was her mom. But when she looked into the eyes of the woman, she knew.


Against her mom’s wishes, Sunny contacted her long lost mother that very day. Fortunately her phone had not changed since Sam had interviewed her many years before.


The interior of the sex shop was dim and not very inviting. Rows upon rows of sex toys, videos, sexy lingerie, towards the rear was the tattoo and piercing section. There were hundreds of styles and shapes of tattoos. There were also hundreds of styles of piercings. Sunny was once again appalled at some of the things that men and women put into their bodies.


“What can I do for you hunny.” Sunny heard from behind her. Sunny turned to look at the voice behind her.


There was an old woman approaching the couple. She looked like the woman in the photos Sunny had on the thumb drive. Apparently her mom had facial and dental work done after the pics were taken. Her nose was flat and her eyes were mere slits. She had fangs showing from her once plump lips. When she opened her mouth further, Sunny saw that all of her teeth had been filed to a point. The woman was totally naked. Her huge tits were covered with scales. Her nipples had huge gold rings through them. She didn't have a hair on her entire body, Sunny noticed. This apparition was what her mother had become.


“I'm looking for a woman named Sandy Davidson.” Her mom’s married name.


“Sorry hunny. Nobody by that name here.” Snake lady said coldly.


“She works here. I talked to her last week. I'm her daughter Sunny.”


“Listen bitch I said there is no one by that name here. Now if you don't want to buy something get the fuck out.”


“Now see here. You can't talk to my wife like that…” Ben started to raise his voice.


“Ben, please.” Sunny touched his arm. Then she opened her purse and extracted an envelope. There was only one word written on the envelope, ‘MOM’.


“Please see that she gets this. There are pictures of her family, including her grandc***dren. It's very important that she knows who her family is.”


Snake lady didn't move. “Get out of here,” She said without acknowledging the offered envelope.


Sunny put the envelope on the counter and turned to her husband.


“Let's go home Ben.”


Sandy the Snake lady stared after the attractive couple as they left the store. A few minutes after they left, she picked the envelope up and opened it. Inside were several pictures of a smiling Sunny with her family. The final pic was of Sunny’s wedding day. Her tears followed her cheeks to drop on her bare breasts.

As they drove away from the sex shop it was Ben that spoke first. ‘That was your mom?” It was several minutes before she answered.


“No baby. That thing wasn't my mom. My mom died the day she walked away from my dad and I.




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