Page 19 of Choosing My Happiness
He must have hit a crucial spot inside her. She arched her back like a contented cat, gripped his shoulders and mewed in needy desperation.
“There’s a good girl. Next, you’re going to be a good girl and squeeze my cock just like that,” he told her, gently stroking her through her sudden mini orgasm before removing his hand and licking his fingers clean.
She stared back at him, breathing heavily. I took a sip of the warm rum and Coke. Nope, that did not make the live porno display any better. It didn’t make me feel anything except curiosity about how it would finish.
I watched him stand up and fish one of those ever-present condoms out of a pocket and break the seal. He unrolled the latex over his cock with efficiency born from practice, and buried said cock inside her with one thrust. She squealed, and I started laughing. I couldn’t help myself. He was such a player. He had all the moves perfected. Blaze and his victim froze, faces staring towards the darkness where I was effectively hiding.
I stood up from my seat and walked around the chairs to them.
“What’s your name, honey?” I drawled, placing my drink beside her shocked head.
“Amber,” she squeaked.
“I’m Daisy, his so-called wife. Nice to meet you. I’ve got some good news for you,” I spoke slowly and lazily. “I don’t want him. You can keep him around for a bit longer if you want to keep playing,” I assured her, nodding my head towards Blaze to emphasize my words. “But really, you can do better thanhim.”
I walked away, still laughing.
“Bye, Blaze!” I called out as I strutted out across the floor away from him. “Make sure you only give her a good time and not a baby. God knows you’re a shit father.”
This time, when I got in the car, I drove straight home, feeling a lot lighter. My decision was firm. All those years wasted with Blaze and the Ares Riders Motorbike Club were in the past. Nothing for me here now. Just a divorce, and some good friends to visit when I could.
Janie left a note on the door for me. She, Bull, and the kids were all fast asleep, obviously. It was a late night.
Heard it was a rough day. I’m happy to be woken up if you need a chat.
I smiled. Yeah it was rough, but I didn’t need a chat. I was content after the talk with Jim and the incident with Blaze. I was still laughing at the look on Blaze’s face when he saw me walk up to him in the bar, and then how he looked when I walked away. His erection had likely died a very quick death. He was a mistake, a should-have-been-a-one-night-stand, despite my parents’ attraction to him. It’s time to cut him loose and let some other sorry wanna-be claim his ol’lady kutte. I crawled into bed and snuggled into the covers, content with my self-discovery.
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Chapter 12: Blaze
I felt my cock wilt as I watched Daisy stand up from the shadows and walk over to where Amber was lying on the table in front of me. She had been watching me this whole time. There was no getting out of this, no hiding. Unless…unless it fires her up. She could be coming to claim her territory. That would be hot.
Instead, Daisy leaned over the table and put her cup beside Amber’s head, then gently touched her face. Daisy didn’t acknowledge me at all. She was entirely focused on the girl with a soft caring look on her face. I was in the middle of fucking another woman in front of her, and she fucking ignored me!
She only spoke to Amber. She introduced herself and then did the opposite of what she should have done. She gave me up and walked away from me. She should have torn into me, threatened to cut my dick off and hammer it above the clubhouse door. She should have fought me, or the girl. Butinstead, she just told Amber she could do better and walked away, ignoring me totally as my cock slid out in disappointment.
Amber scrambled off the table behind me, pulling her dress back up over her breasts, and the skirt down.
“That’s your wife? You fucked me in front ofyour wife? I didn’t say that was okay! What kind of sick bastard are you? Consent. It’s important!” she screeched at me. She ran for her girlfriends still on the dance floor, yelling at them about what just happened. Horse, the club nerd, stopped spinning a girl and steadied her against him to listen. Then he laughed, called over Bear who listened, then shook his head in disappointment. Then,anotherclub member was called over, and another. Then a screech as one of the girls held up a used condom, and they all looked at me.
I looked down. My cock was bare. The rubber must have slipped off inside her when I deflated. I tucked myself in, embarrassed. This was probably worse than me naming Midwife. It was supposed to put him down, giving him a girly name, but he was proud of it.
God, what a shit show. First, my wife comes back to town without me knowing, just appears in my favorite diner, but somehow I don’t recognize her. So what did I do? I hit on her, as if she were a stranger to me, a new body to explore while I’m waiting for her to come back. Which is actually true, that body of hers looked delicious. I could almost feel my hands sinking into those hips. But Midwife humiliated me, called me out, and she ran. To here, where she catches me screwing around in front of her, and she acts like she doesn’t give a shit. She’s probably really hurt. She’s probably somewhere crying her eyes out. I felt like an idiot.
I may have to really think about how to fix this. I may have to really put my efforts into proving that she’s my one and only from here on out, that what happened tonight was the last of it.What jewelry did I have stashed away for her? How many pieces would it take? Would I have to resort to diamonds? I might have to talk to Matchstick and Molly, get their advice on winning back their daughter. They’ll help.
I snuck out of the bar through a side entrance. This was not how I wanted the night to go.
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Chapter 13: Daisy
The next morning, I got up when I heard the kids start their chatter. I was feeling much lighter and happier today. Last night, I had proven to myself that not only did I make the right decision to leave 4 years ago, but I was over Blaze. It was freeing. I was ready to divorce him.
Something had previously held me back. A voice in my head sounding suspiciously like my mother saying thatmarriage is forever, better or worse, your father stepped out on me, but he always came back and that’s what counts.But I didn’t want a marriage like my parents. I deserved respect, honesty, and love. But first, I had to free myself up for it. I may have married one, and I may have grown up in a family with one, but I wasn’t going to be a cheater myself. The tradition ends with me.
I walked out into the kitchen to see if I could help out. It was all hands on deck. An old woman that I assumed was Eric andTrey’s Granny was cooking up a storm with the help of Eric. Trey was setting the table, while Janie was handling Stel’s hair.
