If you've been reading this series then you know all the background, but if you're new here I recommend you start with Part 1. Jason and Crissie are father/daughter. Crissie's friend, Chelsea, caught her husband in bed with another woman and Crissie convinces her dad to take Chelsea in. Chelsea is a curvacious little blonde with full lips, bull breasts, and full hips, who is crushed by her husband's betrayal and seeks solace in Jason's bed. Little did Crissie know that Jason and Chelsea, with over twenty years of an age difference, had been hot for each other for years. Don't imagine what happened, go back to the beginning and read about it!
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Things were tense between the three of us until Crissie left on Sunday. She seemed to grudgingly accept that Chelsea and I were going to be living together, and pleasuring each other, for an indeterminate time, thanks in no small part to her phone call that fateful Friday. Some of the tension no doubt arose from the lack of intimacy between my daughter and me, I'm a hugger and that's how she was raised. Hugs and kisses were standard when greeting or departing, and she got neither because of the STDs, she just wasn't comfortable hugging or kissing either of us, even a quick peck on the cheek, and who could blame her? As she departed she made Chelsea promise to check in with her every week to report on the progress of her divorce.
Sunday night, Chelsea and I collapsed onto the sofa, and the built-up tension suddenly released. We started watching a movie on TV and both fell asleep on the sofa. We woke at about two in the morning and made our way to bed. We slid under the covers and snuggled, quickly falling back into slumber. Her alarm, which was quite possibly the rudest alarm tone ever devised, woke us way too soon. She stumbled to the bathroom for a shower, and I stumbled to the kitchen to make us coffee and a light breakfast.
After Chelsea left for work, I set about cleaning the house, in particular Crissie's old room, and doing laundry. Around noon I got a call from Chelsea.
"Justine called me. She has some papers for both of us to sign. My boss has agreed that I can leave work early today so can you meet me at Justine's office around three?"
I agreed and went back to cleaning, then about an hour later I took a shower and got dressed. I left home with plenty of time to get to Justine's office building for our meeting. Chelsea and I arrived at about the same time and walked into the office together. It wasn't long before Justine came out, greeted us, and took us back to her private office.
"It seems that Brady can be a reasonable man when confronted with facts," Justine started.
"Oh, what happened?" Chelsea asked.
"I gave him two options and the chose the one best suited to saving his ass. I presented him and his lawyer with the information you two gave me when we first met, the infection, the knowledge that his affair had been going on for a while, and the past bad behaviors. Did you know that there is a police report on that day he pushed you against the car? When the police arrived Brady was across the street and about to come to blows with Mr. Dickinson."
"I had no idea!"
"Yes, he almost went to jail, probably lucky the police arrived when they did. I discovered that Mr. Dickinson was in the Army at one time, Green Beret. Brady might have ended up in the hospital if they were a few minutes later."
"Would have served him right."
"Anyway, I told them that based on the available facts I was asking for all marital assets."
"All marital assets? What does that mean?"
"Everything. The house and its contents, car, bank account, everything. Now, his lawyer and I both know that a judge would never go for that but if we pursued it we could cause him to spend a lot of money defending his behavior, and the judge might very well award you cash damages. So I gave him another option, sign the divorce papers then and there agreeing that you both walk away with what you brought into the marriage, he keeps his stuff, and you keep your stuff, assets, and debts. I also reminded him that since you had been the primary breadwinner he was getting a good deal, having taken advantage of your income for years."
Justine handed Chelsea a paper and pointed to a blank signature line.
"Sign and date here and you are no longer married. That is unless you want to fight him, but let me remind you that I'm not cheap."
"What? Just like that? I can't believe it! All I have to do is sign and I'm through with him?"
"Yes, sign here and you are no longer Mrs. Brady Jackson."
Chelsea took the pen that Justine offered to her, her hand paused over the signature line, and began to shake. She sat the pen down.
"It's okay, dear," Justine smiled at her, "this is a big deal, not to be taken lightly. I've met the man, trust me, she's a piece of shit. Sign the paper and scrape him off of your shoe. As part of my process, I investigated you too, just so I could be prepared for anything they might bring up. You deserve so much more than he can offer you."
She signed the paper.
"I can't believe that you made this happen so quickly, four years wasted with that man and it's over in a week."
Justine laid another paper in front of Chelsea.
"Congratulations, you are legally divorced, but I'm not done darlin', sign here and you are legally Ms. Chelsea Beauchamp, you will no longer be stained with his last name."
Chelsea squealed, "Yes!," and signed the paper.
"And one more thing," Justine said as she slid another paper in front of Chelsea, "my bill."
"Oh goodness, there's no way I can pay this all at once."
"No problem dear, we'll set up a payment plan."
As we left Justine's office Chelsea seemed oddly quiet.
"You seem deep in thought, anything you want to share?"
"Lots of things, but mainly that this is real now, I have a new life free of Brady."
"Congratulations on that, I know when I got divorced I felt the same way. The emotions can be a bit overwhelming."
"Yeah, and the cost. I'm happy that she accomplished it so quickly, but when you add her bill to what I owe you for the new clothes, it's a lot. Several months of income."
"Focus on paying your legal bill, I'm in no hurry for you to repay me," I told her, "unless you have something you're willing to barter," I added suggestively.
"Jason! I am not some woman you can buy!" she responded through gritted teeth, but quickly changed to a smile, "but I'll give you all you want."
"Oh, little one, wait until tomorrow, you might walk funny for a while."
She stopped and turned to me. "Listen to me, stud, you're the one who's going to be walking funny, all shriveled up and drained with a bruised spigot. And why do you call me little one? I don't care for it."
"We'll you're pretty small, what are you, five foot two, eyes of blue?"
"Yeah, but little one? Pick something different."
"Angel eyes?"
"Nope."
"Bunny, cupcake, dove?"
"Nopity-nope."
"Queen, princess, sugar?"
"I have an idea, how about I be your Morsel."
"Oh, I love that, attractive and delightful, a small tasty bite. It's perfect! But stud? You're more creative than that and don't suggest daddy."
She thought for a bit while looking me up and down.
"Handsome. It describes you perfectly."
"Thank you, and okay, handsome it is!"
"All right, handsome, why don't you follow your Morsel home, and let's snuggle."
"See you there!" We got in our vehicles and I followed her home.
Once there we changed into comfy clothes and crawled into bed, meeting in the middle of the mattress I laid on my back and she snuggled up next to me with her head on my shoulder, my arm around her.
"I want you so bad," she said.
"I want you too, more than you can imagine. Can you call into work tomorrow so we can spend the day bruising my spigot?"
She laughed a that.
"Unfortunately no, we have a big client coming in tomorrow and I'm doing part of the briefing."
We lay there quietly for a while.
"I have something I was planning for earlier before we were interrupted by the doctor."
"Oh? Keeping secrets from me?"
"Not a secret, just not ready to talk about it, but we can now. It's up to you whether we do it."
"Do what?"
"Have you ever had anal sex?"
"Once, before I started dating Brady. He thinks it's nasty."
"What did you think"
