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Welcome to part 08 of the Laura and Greg epic. Please read the previous chapters of this series and you will catch up on the saga of Laura and Greg; a young upscale couple with two young children whose marriage went off the rails. They and just about all the characters are flawed. If you are looking for good versus evil characters and story, this is not it. It's just a story and they are just people.
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Laura
1996
His cock pushed in me time after time, after time. I felt every inch as it passed my entrance and as it invaded my wet cunt. It felt so good. It always felt so good when he touched me, kissed me, licked me, fondled me, nuzzled me, groped me, mauled me, probed me, fingered me, impaled me... owned me.
He was the man I loved most in my young life. It wasn't the kind of love a woman has for a man she meets, falls in love and marries. It was a love that had been there as far back as I could remember. One of those loves every women cherishes and values in a way no man after him can ever match.
Not because the new man was not good enough or sexy enough or loved her enough. There are men so in love with their wives that it hurts. Men do love hard. Sometimes harder than we women do. But as hard as husbands try, they can never match the love that other man gives them. And no husband can compete with the love she feels for this other man.
The special love and relationship with him does not always lead to sex. In fact in most people, it never does. In most states but two, and most of the world, its illegal. So most women love this other man unconditionally in the background for the rest of their lives in a different way than their lovers and eventually their husband.
But. A few. A few women cross that forbidden line and love that special man in a special way. That was the line I had crossed. And I was loving that special man in my life in a way most women would never even think of doing. That special man who knifed that wonderful cock in me was the most important man in my life back then. He was the man who raised me, taught me, listened to me and kept me sane in a home where Mother was distant and remote. That man was my Dad.
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2004
"Laura," my mother asked as we drank coffee. "What's going on between you and Greg?"
'She has some nerve asking about my husband and I!' I thought to myself. This from the woman banging my father in law for years. Probably since before I was born. I had heard her, and my stepfather talk about it. Which brought up another question I had to ask her.
"I'll tell you in a few mom, if you tell me who my real father is."
I have to give the old girl credit. She kept her cool at my shocking question. The only reaction was a slight hesitation as she was bringing her cup up; then she resumed her sip as if nothing had happened. But I kept staring at her until she flinched.
See, when I was younger I had overheard her and my stepfather having an argument. They didn't know I was there to hear them say that I was not James Ryan's biological daughter. In their conversation Mother had actually accused Dad of having a crush on me.
James Ryan may not have been by biological father, but he was my Dad. Unlike Anais, my mother, who was closed off emotionally, James was the opposite. But only when he was interacting with me. With Mother being a cold bitch, Dad was the only one I could turn to. Mother saw that closeness as him favoring me. Take my word for it, it was just a man being nice to a child, nothing more. Not once in all my upbringing did James put his hands on me.
But I was curious about my sperm donor. After my husband Greg told me how his parents and the Garrison's had swapped wives to the point of getting each other's wives pregnant I expected anything. Our upscale community had the morals of Sodom and Gomorrah; or so it seemed. But they loved keeping up appearances and the marriages of their family troika had survived the years without divorces. How that happened was a miracle considering all the screwing around they all did.
"So, you know James is not your real father," she said dismissively.
"That's where you are wrong," I corrected her. "James is my Dad and real father because he raised me and has loved me. The other guy, he is just the sperm donor. Nothing more."
She gave me a defiant look and then scoffed. More cover as if I was a child. That was long ago, and I was no longer falling for her guilt and power tricks. I knew them all.
"Name," I persisted with a cold stare. "I have children. I have to make sure they don't marry into family unwittingly. We don't live in the hills or the middle east."
Anais, my mother, didn't like being put on the spot. That was what she did to others. She was the daughter of wealthy people who spoiled her rotten. Between family connections and her looks, she always had doors opened for her or people intimidated by her. I had stopped being one of them.
"You know him," she replied. "And no it's not your horndog of a father-in-law. I would not have let you marry Greg if Royce had been your father. We are not that depraved."
"To hear Greg about his family and the Gray's they have come close to depravity. I mean the two men father children with each other's wives."
I saw something in Mother's face. Was it shock? Had she not known? Had she truly not known? But then she didn't react with shock as if that would have been unheard of. She was hurt by it, but not surprised. And that spoke volumes. Still, she had not known. So I pressed her.
"You didn't know, did you?" I asked smirking at her.
I could clearly see that my mother was hurt by what I had said. That I had used the knowledge of what the Grays and Hansens had done to hurt her. But she deserved it.
"You and Garrison had a thing too didn't you?" I asked. I wasn't sure, but it was worth asking. The way she didn't deny it spoke volumes. "So you didn't know."
"It's none of your business," she said and looked at her coffee and then out at the garden.
"Look," I said sitting back comfortably in having the upper hand, "Greg and I know about most of your pasts. That you have all been playing musical bed partners behind or in front of each other. But like I said, I need to know who my father was so I can keep my kids away from his kids. So let's have it."
"It's Garrison," she blurted out and my heart sunk. I almost threw up. Why had I not considered him to be a candidate. Fucken Garrison Gray! NO! NO!
"You look like you saw a ghost," Mother said as I tried to recover looking away from her. Then I saw the surprise in her face as she realized it and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh no! Please tell me you didn't?"
I wanted a hole to open up for me to fall in to. But I had to keep my cool.
"Does Garrison know I am his daughter?"
"No, I never told him. He was my last boyfriend before I married your Dad; James."
"Why didn't you tell him?"
"I didn't want to trap him. And I had met James by then and was falling in love with him. When he impulsively proposed I accepted, and we eloped. We did the wedding after. But I told James that I was pregnant, and he still wanted to marry me. That is real love Laura. And seeing how he has treated you; he was a better choice than Garrison. But back to my question. Did you and Garrison..."
She let that trail not wanting to say the words. As if not saying them would keep it from being true.
My head was spinning. Everything came together to make me dizzy.
"You talk trash about my Dad, James," I said staring at her, "but he never made a pass; ever! Unlike Garrison. And don't ever call him my father."
