Mistaen Identity

As I drove home from work I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me. My wife Allison wanted to talk to me tonight and I was gravely concerned since she had been feeling quite ill for the better part of two month's now. I knew she had a doctors appointment this morning and I hoped that everything checked out all right.

As I drove along the entrance ramp to get on the freeway I turned on the stereo in my jeep. There was a great song on the radio so I turned up the volume to the point just before distortion. I sang along with the song as I sped along. The wind blowing through my hair as my arm hung out the side window helped ease my tensions as I nervously made my way home.

I pulled off of the freeway and turned right. I turned down the stereo as there were emergency vehicles in front of a vacant house. Several fire trucks and two ambulances lined the street while three police cruisers were in the front yard. I drove past believing that whatever was going to happen tonight would pale in comparison to all of those red lights.

As I drove down my street I saw my wife's car in the driveway. I pulled up along side of her and parked as nervous tension began to set in, giving me a slight headache. I walked in through the front door and set my briefcase next to the coffee table as I walked into the kitchen.

I could hear the water running upstairs as I figured Allison was taking a shower. I walked up the soft carpeted stairs and then down the hallway to our bedroom . I nudged the door open and stepped inside as I heard the water shut off. I began to undress as I wanted to take a shower to help me unwind

I tossed my dirty work clothes into the hamper and waited for my wife to emerge. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Allison walked into our room.

"Oh, you startled me," my wife said as she looked away, pulling the towel around her even tighter as if she was being modest.

"Are you all right?" I asked as I took a couple of steps toward her.

"Go take a shower," Allison said as she stepped back from me.

I just stared at her as she looked so beautiful wrapped in that royal blue towel. Her hair was wet and pulled back. Her breasts were bulging and the bottom of the towel barely covered her assets. For a moment I became lost in her beauty.

"Go," Allison said as she tried to cover herself up even more.

Slightly pissed and extremely nervous I turned and walked into the bathroom completely naked. I adjusted the water temperature and stepped into the tub. As I showered I couldn't help but become aroused. It has been about two month's now since Allison and I have fucked and I was growing hornier and hornier by the day. The only release that I have had was the one time with my daughter about a month and a half ago. Since then Christina and I vowed to never let that happen again.

I suddenly found myself standing under the pulsating water with an erection that was harder than steel. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my hard member and began to stroke lightly. I reached down and pumped a handful of Allison's lotion into my hand before returning my hand to my cock.

As I stood under the running water I closed my eyes and imagined my wife standing before me wrapped in that royal blue towel. I imagined walking up to her and pushing her onto her back on the bed. I continued to stroke my cock as my slippery hand stroked my member up and down.

I imagined walking toward her until we fell together in an embrace that would melt the north pole. Our mouth's were locked together and our tongues darted in and out. Slowly I watched as my wife sank to her knees until she was kneeling before me.

I began to pump myself even faster as I imagined that I was looking into her beautiful blue eyes as she licked her lips and opened her mouth. I felt my toes begin to tingle and my balls begin to quiver as I imagined her slowly sliding her open mouth over my member.

"Oh God," I moaned as I felt my nuts begin to contract. I began to loose all control as I felt my cum rushing up my shaft. Opening my eyes I was amazed when I saw my cum squirt out and fly all the way across the shower, landing on the wall. My breathing was heavy as I slowly began to come down from my high.

I quickly rinsed off and shut the water off before stepping out of the tub. I dried off and dressed quickly as I couldn't wait to hear what Allison had to tell me. My gut however, told me the news wouldn't be good.

I stepped out into the bedroom only to find myself alone. I dressed quickly and walked down to the kitchen and found my wife making dinner. I figured that I wouldn't pressure her so I decided to let her begin on her own accord.

I set the table for the two of us as our daughter wouldn't be home for a couple of hours yet. The summer job she got caused her to work crazy hours.

Allison and I sat down to eat. The baggy sweat pants and the over sized tee shirt hid her gorgeous figure. Not a word was spoken as we ate, we only exchanged slight glances. I couldn't figure out what was bothering her. I only prayed that it wasn't something serious.

I got up to get the dessert from the counter. Christina brought home an awesome apple pie yesterday and I couldn't wait to grab a piece. I cut two pieces and placed them on plates. I went to the refrigerator and got the can of whipped cream. I piled the white fluffy cream high on top of my piece before I sank my fork into it. Seeing that pile of whipped cream reminded me of a special evening that Allison and I shared a few years back.

We finished eating and just sat there silently. I made the first move and got up and did the dishes in case she didn't feel well. Allison got up and went to the living room and sat down on the sofa. I quickly finished the dishes as the anticipation was beginning to kill me.

I went into the living room and sat down next to my wife. Allison had turned the television on while I was doing the dishes to watch the news. As I sat there, I noticed that she was just staring at the screen. It was as if she wasn't even listening or paying attention. My heart was beating to the point of exploding when I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers.

"What's wrong Allison?" I asked softly.

Allison pulled her hand away from mine and continued to just stare at the television. I began to get really nervous when I saw her bite her bottom lip as I always know what happens next. Looking into her eyes as she still looked at the television I could see the tears welling up.

"Baby what's wrong?" I asked as I inched closer to my wife.

A tear trickled down her cheek and dripped onto her lap as she sniffled. Suddenly another tear ran down her cheek as she looked away from both the television set and me.

"Baby whets wrong?" I said as my voice began to quiver from fear.

God I was scared as I thought that maybe my wife was seriously ill with cancer or some other life threatening disease. Panic began to set in as I sensed that she was getting really upset.

I reached up and caressed her back through her baggy tee shirt as she fought back sobbing. I moved in closer to place my head against hers to help calm her only to have her stand up and walk over to the large bay window.

I got up and walked over to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders praying to God that she wouldn't move away from me again. I squeezed her neck and shoulders softly as she broke down and began to cry.

"Oh Charles," my wife said as she sobbed.

"What baby," I said as I leaned down, feeling her body heat radiating off of her bare neck.

Allison tried to compose herself as her sobbing quickly reduced to some heavy sniffling. Turning around, my wife stood before me looking up into my eyes.

"What's wrong?" I said softly as I looked into her rapidly reddening eyes.

Another tear trickled down her cheek as she leaned her head into my chest. I placed my hands around her and hugged her lightly as she sobbed. My pulse was rampant as I grew even more anxious as I awaited whatever she had to tell me.

Slowly Allison began to compose herself. Her sobbing ended as she sniffled and wiped her tears into my shirt.

"It's gonna be OK baby," I said as I rubbed her back and looked into her eyes.

Again the tears welled up in my wife's eyes as she fought desperately to keep from crying. She placed her hands on my arms as she looked up into my eyes.

"Oh God Charles," Allison said as another tear trickled down her cheek.

"It's gonna be OK," I said as I watched tears trickle down both of Allison's cheeks.

Shaking her head no, my wife mumbled, "No it's not," as she again began to sob lightly.

"Shhhhhhhhhh..." I said softly as I hugged her to help calm her.

"Baby, what's wrong, what the matter?" I asked as I felt her tremble in my arms.

I too began to fight back the tears as I knew that there was definitely something seriously wrong. My wife continued to cry lightly as she wiped her tears in my shirt. As we remained embraced Allison lifted her head and looked into my eyes.

"I don't know how to tell you this," my wife said as her eyes squinted, causing more tears to run down her cheek.

"Tell me what," I said softly as I tried to coax whatever it was out of her.

"Just tell me Allison," I said as I again felt her begin to tremble.

There was a long pause as my wife just stared into my eyes. Her eyes were now bloodshot as she fought back the tears and sniffles.

"Oh Charles," Allison said as she broke down into tears and buried her head in my chest.

"I'm leaving," she said as she broke down into a full blown cry.

I felt my heart stop beating and it seemed like time sat still momentarily. I thought I was going to faint as everything in the room became very dark. I could hear my heart beating and my blood pulsing through my veins.

"I'm so sorry," Allison said as she sobbed heavily.

"But why baby?" I asked softly as my mouth was now dry.

"We can fix things, we can work things out," I said as I felt like I was going to puke.

Shaking her head no again Allison mumbled, "No we can't," as she continued to cry into my chest.

"What happened," I asked as I had a really weird feeling.

"I'm not happy anymore Charles," my wife said as her crying slowed down.

"Well, we can fix that," I said as I tried to smile but couldn't.

There was a long pause before Allison looked up into my eyes and said, "Trust me, we can't fix it."

"Baby, we can fix anything," I said as I tried to hold onto my wife as she turned around and pulled away from my outstretched arms.

Suddenly I found myself afraid as I began to wonder if she found out what happened between me and my daughter. I wasn't sure, but I knew that I wasn't thinking rationally right at this moment.

"After almost twenty years were going to call it quits," I said as I just stood there looking at the back side of my wife who continued to sob lightly.

"You deserve better," my wife said as she continued to stare out the window.

"That's bullshit," I said as I walked over to my wife and wrapped my arms around her.

Just as fast as I reached out to my wife she backed away.

"I'm so sorry Charles," my wife said as she ran out of the living room and up the stairs to our room.

I just stood there dumbfounded. I couldn't believe that my wife just left me as I slowly turned around and walked into the kitchen. I glanced at the clock on the microwave and realized that Christina would be home soon. I felt like my whole world was crashing down on me as I turned toward the stairs.

I placed my hand on the railing as I had to steady myself. My knees were shaky as I stepped up onto the first step. Tears began to trickle down my face as thought about my wife leaving me. Step after step, I trudged along until I reached the top of the stairs. I walked down the hallway until I came to the door of our bedroom. I reached down and turned the cold brass knob until the door opened.

Reality sunk in that my wife was really leaving me when I saw her packing her stuff. I just stood there in the doorway watching her as she sobbed lightly. She packed two bags as I stood there watching.

"What about our daughter," I said in a dry hoarse voice.

"I can't tell her," Allison said as she picked up her bags and walked toward me.

Pausing at the doorway Allison looked into my eyes. Her eyes were still bloodshot as she slowly nudged past me. Once in the hallway Allison stopped and turned to look at me

"Can you break the news to her," my wife said softly as she turned back around and walked down the stairs.

I just stood there shell shocked. It was like I was paralyzed and I couldn't move. I couldn't even think clearly. I heard the side door slam and then I heard the unmistakable sound of her car door slamming. I heard her car start and then drive away.

I had to pull myself together as my daughter was going to be home any time. I didn't know how I could break it to her as her and her mother are really close. I closed my bedroom door and walked back down to the living room. Now it was my turn as I sat there just staring at the television set, not really paying attention to it.

The minutes seemed to take forever as I waited for Christina to come home from work. I heard a car pull up and I just sat there waiting for my daughter to walk in. I had to be strong. I couldn't break down. I needed to be here for my daughter and support her now as she was about to go through the worst crisis of her eighteen year old life.

I heard her car door slam. The side door opened and in walked Christina.

"Hi dad," my daughter said as she walked past me and raced half way up the stairs before stopping.

"Where did mom go in such a hurry?" she asked as she stood there.

I had a hard time keeping myself composed as she looked so much like her mother. She stood there barefoot in a short pair of pink shorts and a white long sleeve tee shirt.

Well, did she go shopping?" she asked.

That was a good way to delay what I had to eventually tell her tonight. I tried desperately to not cry as I felt flush in the face.

"Yeah, she went shopping," I said as I sat back down on the couch.

I heard Christina run up the stairs and then into her room. As I sat there just staring at the television set I could hear my daughter upstairs as she ran across the hall to take a shower. My mind began to wander back to that day about a month and a half ago. I tried to block it out of my mind but I couldn't. It just kept coming back.

As I sat there watching television I heard Christina come down stairs. She went into the kitchen to get something to eat before joining me in the living room. She sat down across from me on the love seat wearing her red and white satin robe. She sat on the couch with her legs tucked under her and she ate dinner.

There was an interesting show on so neither one of us talked much. Christina ate her dinner and then excused herself to go to her room. I continued to sit there pondering what went wrong with my marriage as I watched sit com after sit com.

I thought about calling off work tomorrow but I figured if I went it would be a good way to keep my mind off of everything. It was getting quite late and I figured that I better go break the news to Christina. I got up and turned the television off and then shut off all the lights. I made sure the doors were locked before walking back to the stairs leading up to the bedrooms.

I paused there for a moment with one foot on the first step while I held onto the brass railing. I needed to remain strong not only for myself but also for our daughter. I thought about how I was going to word what I was going to say but I couldn't come up with anything that made any sense. Panic began to set in as I slowly ascended the stairs.

I walked quietly down the hall to Christina's closed door. I could hear her television on in her room so I knew she was still awake. I paused for a moment and asked God to give me strength before lightly knocking on her door.

"Come in," Christina said.

I turned the brass door knob and slowly pushed the door open as my heart was beating out of control. When I looked at my daughter I wanted to just turn around and leave. She looked so much like her mother that it gave me mixed emotions. I worried that talking to her might remind me of Allison.

I walked in and closed the door half way. Christina was sitting on her bed with one foot tucked under her while she leaned forward and painted her toe nails on her other foot.

"Do you like the color daddy?" Christina asked as she stroked the tiny brush across her well manicured nails.

"Yeah, its pretty, just like you," I said as I tried to remain upbeat.

"Come blow on them to help them dry quicker," my daughter said.

I dropped to my knees and lowered my face to her foot. I blew lightly on her toes like she asked. When I glanced up to see if I was doing it right I couldn't believe my eyes. My daughter's robe was parted up to her knee and I could see her completely naked pussy.

I blew faster and faster as my heart rate climbed through the roof. As much as I wanted to look away, I couldn't. I continued to stare at her slightly swollen pussy as I blew on her wet toe nails. I could see every detail, every delicate crease and fold. Her lips were slightly swollen and parted. Her bush was still perfectly trimmed like it was that one special day a month and a half ago.

As I glanced up to look into her eyes I couldn't believe what I saw. Her robe was flipped open to one side allowing me to see her soft breast as it hung down before me. I blew on my daughter's toes one last time before standing up. I sat on the bed next to her as she put the tiny brush back into the bottle of polish.

"What's up dad?" Christina asked.

I didn't know how to start. "Should I try to do it easy or should I just say it?" I asked myself as I sat there next to my daughter. I knew one thing for sure, Christina knew there was something wrong.

"What's wrong daddy?" Christina asked as she saw the tear trickle down my cheek.

Suddenly I broke down. I put my face in my hands as I began to cry harder and harder.

"What is it daddy?" Christina asked as she reached out and put her arms around me.

I was so upset but yet at the same time so very turned on. I was praying that Christina wouldn't see the bulge in my pants or better yet, brush against it and feel it.

"It's gonna be OK daddy, what's wrong?" Christina asked again as she pulled me into her.

The feel of her soft body clad only in a soft satin robe caused my body to react one way while my mind reacted another. I was so stricken with grief yet my body was yearning for something forbidden.

I leaned my head on Christina's shoulder. My daughter adjusted her position and before I knew it she had my head pressed against her breasts.

"Shhhhhh..." Christina said as she gently rocked me while she rubbed my back.

"Tell me what's wrong," Christina said softly as she now stroked my hair with her soft fingers.

I sniffled and coughed for a moment. I tried to compose myself as I was so damned depressed but so damned aroused. I took a deep breath as I lifted my head off of my daughter's chest and looked into her eyes.

"I have some bad news," I said softly as I noticed that the lava lamp she had on her night stand was plugged in.

"What is it daddy?" my daughter asked as she slid her hands on top of mine and squeezed.

"You can tell me," Christina said as I could see the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

I took a deep breath. I cleared my throat and squeezed her warm soft hands as I decided to just come out and tell her.

"Your mother left," I said as I fought back my tears.

Christina had a stunned and confused look on her face. She just stared into my eyes as I watched tears trickle out of both of her beautiful green eyes.