Stephanie Adams was shaking. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed or that neither of them noticed her. For that, she was grateful. There was no way she could have dealt with that kind of confrontation.
Coming home from visiting her mother for the weekend, Stephanie was particularly horny. As she pulled into the driveway a couple of hours earlier than planned, she was struck with the idea of enhancing the surprise by sneaking into the house and jumping her husband.
She did everything quietly. She left her bags in the car and tip-toed to the front door. She removed her shoes at the door and controlled her keys so even they didn't jingle. Everything was done with care and stealth. There didn't seem to be any activity on the main floor so she softly crept up the stairs and stopped dead.
She wondered at the moaning she heard. Doubling down on her stealth, she fully expected to find Derek watching porn in their bedroom. In anticipation of catching him and taking advantage of the situation, she dropped her skirt and opened her blouse. Creeping around the corner into the door, the first thing she noticed was that the TV wasn't on. Her mind subconsciously raced to ideas like laptop computer on the bed as she continued to make the turn around the door frame. She was prepared to be as quiet as possible but what she saw tested that resolve.
Her husband's figure was unmistakable, even from behind. He was naked at the edge of the bed, thrusting madly while grasping the slim ankles of some cheap fucking slut!
"The bastard! In our own bed!" she fumed, while maintaining what little she could of the composure she had mustered. Wasn't Cassie home? How could he do this with their daughter in the house? Then, the how was revealed.
"Ooooohhh, that's so good, daddy!" came the cry from the barely seen slut.
That was no slut. It was their daughter.
Stephanie struggled in horror, not knowing what to do. She turned back from the doorway, picking up her skirt and again tip-toed back down the stairs. She quickly got re-dressed and snuck out the door and into her car.
And that is where she sat for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she decided to leave and go for coffee - "fuck that, I'm getting a drink!" - to figure out what to do.
Sitting at the bar at a local hotel, she raced through the possibilities. Revenge, confrontation, and acquiescence all made an appearance. She finally settled on counsel; she would seek out advice. The implications were huge, if not shattering, and she didn't want to do anything rash.
She arrived home again, at the expected time, this time making a commotion as she entered the door. Cassie came out of her bedroom to greet her mom from the top of the stairs as Derek rounded the corner from the kitchen. He greeted her with a warm hug and a kiss, which she returned tentatively. She didn't want to play her hand yet. Damn, she didn't even precisely know what her hand was.
Over the next couple of days, she struggled with her next steps. Counsel sounded great in concept but who could she talk to? How would she frame it? At this point, even though she was devastated, she wasn't interested in destroying anything or anyone. Talking about a "friend" was too risky; people always saw through that. God, this was driving her nuts!
Derek and Cassie noticed her turmoil and they both lovingly tried to help her. Derek sat her down with a glass of wine, but she evaded the truth, mumbling about a work issue. After sending her dad away, Cassie snuggled up to her one evening, trying to talk her mom through it. Stephanie was still evasive but appreciated the concern.
Steph was suddenly taken aback at the solace she gained from Cassie's gentle but sensual presence. It was a massive paradox for her. The girl/woman who was fucking her husband - that was certainly no rape - was also the source of her comfort. She held her daughter just a little more tightly, relishing the embrace and caresses.
"What do you think is going on with her?" Derek asked Cassie one day when Stephanie was late getting home from work.
"All she says is that it is something at work," Cassie replied.
"Same here," Derek agreed.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"You're still, ummm, satisfying mom, aren't you?"
"Cassie!"
"Daddy, it's important."
Derek recovered from his initial shock at Cassie's bluntness. "Yes, I know. I have been but not since the weekend. She's been turning me away," he continued.
"Do you think she suspects anything?" Cassie pointed to the elephant in the room.
"I would think she'd have gone ballistic if she did."
"I don't think so either." Cassie continued, "When I've talked to her, she has been evasive but not mad at me."
"That's good. Let's give her a bit more time and maybe she'll open up. In the meantime, let's you and I hold back just a little. Okay, pumpkin?"
"Daddy," Cassie pressed in close to her father. "I am worried about mom, but that doesn't change the fact that I miss you too." She gently rubbed her breasts against his chest as her hand moved to his ass.
Then she mock-pouted, "I guess so. But you better be prepared for me when the time comes. My hand is getting sore!"
Derek squeezed his daughter then the two of them set about making dinner.
As Stephanie drove home, she continued to think about her evolving plan for confrontation. She was coming down from the initial shock, partly spurred by the soothing of Cassie's presence with her. It was so bizarre that she could not be angry with the "other woman". She toyed with the idea of dealing with the situation through her daughter. That might work, maybe force a confession. But then what? And damn, she was angry with herself that she wasn't as angry as she should be. It seemed that the front she was putting on to avoid the betrayal was giving way to a facade of continuing to be melancholy.
Dinner that night was quite good. Her husband and daughter had prepared a nice meal and both were genuinely concerned for her, trying to draw her out and give her some joy.
Stephanie laughed at a couple of stories Cassie told about college. She beamed with pride when her daughter described her professor's kudos on an essay she wrote, plainly taking her husband's hand on top of the table.
As the three of them cleaned up, Stephanie declared that she wanted Derek to find something to do so she and Cassie could have some girl time. Based on the quality of their meal time, Derek was more than happy to comply and decided to go to his workshop to fiddle with some projects he had been putting off.
"Cassie, be a dear and get us some wine, please," Steph asked.
Cassie too, was happy to oblige and the two of them went to the family room, conveniently at the opposite end of the house from the man cave. They sat on the sofa together, Stephanie still not sure what to do or how to do it.
