I managed to get quite a bit of work done that Monday at the office despite planning in my mind how I wanted this evening to go. I had a colleague draw up divorce papers for Eve and I to sign that night. They wouldn't be official until a divorce court judge had approved them but it would be hard for Eve to get more. I texted Eve to meet me at the house at 7:30pm, knowing that Megan would be home around 8:30pm.
I left the office and went home. I got in a work-out and took a shower. Too nervous and excited to eat a full dinner, I managed to at least some fruit. I opened a bottle of wine and enjoyed my first glass. I glanced at the clock β it was 7:15pm. I went into the bedroom and put on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. I then texted Megan "Game on tonight when you get home." I hope she knew what I meant.
On time, Eve showed up. I let her in and offered her a glass of wine. She accepted and we took a seat in the den. She was nervous, tense and quiet as she concentrated on the glass of wine. I chose not to speak first, allowing the tension to remain. She looked great β black wrap skirt just above the knees, white silk tank top tucked in, her long dark hair down straight, sexy high heels adding a few inches to her petite height β and I wondered if she looked this good on purpose. Eve quickly finished her first glass and I refilled her. As I sat down, she began to speak.
And speak she did. For the next 20 to 30 minutes, Eve poured out her soul. She admitted to having a sexual addiction β something she had been dealing with since a teenager (that's how she got pregnant with Megan at age 16). She explained that she had sought treatment numerous times in her life and thought she had been 'cured' when we got married. She admitted to having sex with Megan's boyfriends (Andrew, the first, and Jeff, the latest), admitted she was obsessed with Megan when it came to sex but couldn't really explain why. She apologized profusely.
"What now, Eve?" I asked.
"Well, Mark, I'm so tired of suppressing it, so tired of feeling guilty, hiding it. So, I want to move out of the country so I can live my life for me, start fresh and go some place where I won't be judged." She replied.
"Do you have a place in mind?" I asked.
"Yes, Paris." She replied matter-of-factly.
"What about Megan?" I asked.
"Well, I don't know if she'll ever forgive me for what I've done. Lord knows I wouldn't be able to forgive if the shoe were on the other foot. But I need to be who I am and I don't want my daughter to see me like that." Eve replied.
I then walked over and handed her a folder containing a divorce settlement and instructed her to open it.
"On the first page is a dollar amount. That is a lump sum amount I'm willing to give you once the divorce is finalized. I think you'll agree that the amount is sufficient enough to help you make a new life in Paris or wherever you want to go." I said. "The second page contains a summary of the other terms."
Eve's eyes bulged when she saw the amount of money I was willing to give her. I've done well financially and can afford it, plus I'm generous and β as much as Eve humiliated both me and Megan β I want her to go away leaving me free to pursue a relationship with her daughter. Eve began to tear up and I filled her glass of wine, now her third. Being as petite as she is, she had to be somewhere between very buzzed and drunk (but not overly so).
"One of us needs to tell Megan that you're moving to Paris, you know?" I suggested to Eve, who nodded an affirmative.
As if on cue, Megan came home and entered the den to greet me. She gave a terse "hello" to her mother and sat down next to me on the sofa while Eve sat across from us in the recliner. Megan snuggled up close to me and I could tell Eve β still sniffling a little from her crying - was trying to decipher what this meant.
"Eve, do you want to tell her or should I?" I asked her.
"You." She said, looking down, ashamed.
"Megan, as soon as your mom and I complete our divorce, she's moving to Paris." I said, pausing to allow Megan to respond.
"Um, OK." Megan said, somewhat dismissively.
"Now, Eve. There's something I need to tell you." I said and then paused for effect.
Eve finished her sip of wine from her glass, removed it from her lips and looked at me with a puzzled, concerned expression.
"Megan is going to stay with me. I am going to take care of her, and she is going to take care of me." I said matter-of-factly.
Eve became suspicious immediately. "What do you mean she is going to take care of you?" Eve asked, looking right at me. She slurred slightly.
"Here, let Megan show you." I said.
And with that, I unbuttoned the fly on my pajama pants, pulled out my soft penis and, with my right hand, softly lowered Megan's head down to my lap. Obediently, Megan took my penis in her mouth and began to suck me. Her warm, wet mouth felt wonderful and my circumcised cock stiffened to its full seven thick inches in no time.
Slowly at first she sucked me and then she picked up steam until her long, straight dark hair was bobbing beautifully in my lap. Her pace and pressure, right around the shiny head of my dick, were perfect.
I adjusted my body slightly to get into a more reclined position. I trained my eyes right on Eve's who was in a state of shock.
"That's it, baby, suck my cock good. I want to fill your sexy little mouth with my cum." I said to Megan.
Megan paused her cock-sucking to reply.
"Daddy, I love your cock. I love pleasing you." Megan replied, looking at me.
She then turned her head toward her mother to speak.
"You know how you bragged to my boyfriends that you were better at this than me and mocked me? Remember that, Mom? Now you're going to sit there and watch me suck off your husband and swallow every drop of cum he puts in my mouth. You're going to see I do this just as good as you. Watch me!" Megan said, her tone angry.
Megan then returned her mouth to my dick and began to suck me with abandon. She took her right hand and grasped my thick shaft and started stroking the shaft while her mouth worked the swollen head of my cock. Up and down she bobbed, sucked and stroked my cock all the while moaning and groaning sounds of pleasure. This went on for just a few minutes longer. I didn't try and last β I wanted this to be quick. Eve sat there dumbstruck, her mouth literally agape.
"Oh, Megan, you're such a great little cocksucker. I'm going to cum very soon. I'm going to fill your mouth and I want you to swallow every drop."
"Um-hum." Megan acknowledged and she gripped my shaft just a bit harder but not letting up the pace one bit.