I begin to sit up in bed as Meghan walks over to the settee against a wall in the master bedroom. She sits, tucks her hair behind her ears and exhales deeply.
"I didn't have an emergency in Los Angeles, Jon."
I turn to look at the clock: 3:47 a.m. The element of surprise, indeed.
The detective speaks.
"When your cock was in my mouth on the way home from the airport, you called me Samantha. Then you seemed to be worried about the bedroom. Finally, when you and Samantha played basketball yesterday, you didn't take your phone. I guess that was a mistake, or maybe you wanted to be caught."
I'm going to let her talk and see where this goes. She seems thinner. I can't remember if I've seen her eat much since Friday night. At brunch, she just nibbled. Anxiety? Join the club.
"So, already suspicious, I used your code and got into your cellphone and looked at your conversation with Samantha. That photo of her and the messages told me everything I needed to know. If you had changed your code, I wouldn't have seen that, but I would have been suspicious of that."
Samantha stirs next to me.
"Dad, someone's calling my name," she says half-asleep.
My hands are under the covers as I prop myself against the headboard.
"Wake up honey," I tell her, tapping her ass.
Meghan has a lot more to say.
"So how long did you two think you could do this? Hide this from me? How fucking long has this been going on?"
She doesn't want answers, so I don't give any.
Another deep breath and she plows on.
"I left tonight and checked into a hotel. My plan was to come back, see you two together, be outraged, yell and make a scene so you are suitably shamed, then walk out and leave you, Jon.
"I'd leave you two together, go back to my hotel and begin to plan a new life, and you could do whatever you want. I'd just tell people that you were cheating on me, and that's why I left. Nothing more to save us all from wagging fingers and tongues. "
My eyes are glued to Meghan but I'm aware that Samantha is awake and also propped up on the headboard. The covers have fallen away from her chest and our daughter's breasts are exposed.
"Mom, I gotta piss bad," Samantha announces and throws back the covers, revealing her naked body, then strides to the master bathroom so comfortably.
I see her sit on toilet as she pisses. Mother cannot see daughter from her angle. My baby girl smiles at me.
"You watch her piss?" Meghan asks.
I don't answer again because the answer is obvious. Not only is Samantha pissing but my leavings are flowing out of her into the bowl, slithering sperm then plopping into the water.
"Meghan, I got to piss, too," I say and throw back covers.
My wife seems disgusted.
I get out on the same side of the bed as the settee and walk past Meghan. I've developed a partial piss erection coated with Samantha's girl juice. My cock bobs lewdly, proudly, as I pass my wife, proclaiming my guilt and that I'm happy with Samantha. Meghan watches the cock parade by.
I walk into the master bathroom and my daughter is finishing the piss and wiping.
"Don't flush," I say as Samantha throws the toilet paper in the bowl.
I put a finger to my lips and make the shush gesture, then Samantha turns and glides back out to the bed. I watch her thin body and tight ass.
My piss stream is strong as I unload my bladder. It hits the water and chases the toilet paper around the bowl until I finish.
I give my cock a shake or two, then close the lid and flush, the tip of my penis glistening from a last drip that didn't fall out.
As I return to the bedroom, I notice immediately that Samantha didn't cover up when she returned the bed. She's laying on her back, legs partially spread, revealing her bald love nest. Hands behind her head, hair disheveled and covering one eye.
I walk past Meghan again, cock deflated a bit but still not cowed. Her eyes are locked on it again as I pass by.
I, too, throw back the covers and lay there, penis landing along a thigh.
Well, are you leaving or not I wonder? But I believe silence is best.
After a minute, Meghan speaks, "Either of you have anything to say."
"You caught us, Mom," Samantha can't resist. "It started last week when there was a thunderstorm. I was scared, came into bed with Dad, and fell asleep. Then later one thing led to another."
She omits the part where she kinda wanted Daddy's cock. That's OK with me. And let's keep Mom's business trips out of this, too, for my sake. This has gone beyond the original motivation.
"At some point, the sexual energy got unleashed," I confess to my wife, lips tight, somewhat contrite. "At first I forgot you weren't here and thought I had entered you. Because, frankly, you're not here a lot. But I knew quickly it wasn't you but I did it anyway. It felt too good and I couldn't resist, and Samantha didn't push me away. We came back for more as the days passed. That's what happened. At first I had pangs of conscience but they went away."
A long period of silence and uncomfortable looks.
