13. Jacob

JACOB

T hose two are on the fast track to hell. It couldn't have happened to better people. I guess I'm supposed to feel bad for the hag he left his wife and kids for, but I don't. She knew what she was doing, so anything she gets at his hands is on her, and I make no apologies for my thoughts.

They'd both hurt my wife, and though their stupidity is what made it possible for me to have her, I won't forgive them for that shit. I'm just sitting back and watching them slowly implode their stupid lives.

I knew all these years that the only reason he never dared lay hands on Rachel was because I had warned him once over drinks that if he ever did, they'd never find his body. Back then, I'd only known of one instance where he had hit an old girlfriend, but he had convinced me and others that it was a drunken mistake.

It was only after running into that same girl sometime later that I learned the truth, and from then on, I'd had this hole in my gut just waiting for the day he did some shit like that to her. Thankfully, it never came, but now he's trying to find new ways to hurt her and us.

I had my lawyer send him a cease and desist when he started spouting lies about us having an affair, but our friends and those who count didn't believe him for a second. Not that I cared what anyone thought of me, but I didn't want that shit hanging over my wife's head.

I have them both blocked everywhere and had changed her number just in case. As it stands, we have sole custody of the kids thanks to Doug's behavior in court and won't have to revisit that mess for another year.

Our families, including his, have free access to the kids and have been doing pretty good at keeping them away from him. He has no way of knowing when the kids are at his parent's home because they had pretty much banned him after his latest stunt.

There were whispers and rumors all around town about him beating up on the side piece, but no one knew for sure since the two of them had become reclusive.

Last I heard, he had quit his job and was sitting around the house all day getting drunk and belligerent. He's still driving by my place every once in a while, but I haven't laid eyes on him in a while and don't plan to.

I guess he got tired of farming for pity online since no one played into his shit, and when our mutual friends started calling him out on his spurious lies, he'd had a meltdown and deleted his social media, only to come back a few hours later. I check up on him every few days just to see where he's at and prepare myself in case I need to protect my family.

Life has been fan-fucking-tastic in the Halston household, though. Since our wedding day, I have gone out of my way to make sure my wife and kids are taken care of. My home was completely staffed by the time they moved in, but I added two nannies to help her out because I knew as soon as her pregnancy became official, she was going to need all the help she could get.

These days, she's no longer looking for a job because she doesn't need one. Her bank accounts now hold more than she would've made in ten years at any job, so all her days are filled with taking care of our family.

She plans all outings and anything else she sees fit for us and the kids. She'd griped about the nannies in the beginning as she saw it as someone else taking over the raising of our kids but once they settled into the routine she had charted, things became smooth.

We still spend as much time with the kids, but now we have time for each other as well. We swim together in the mornings, go back to bed for sexy time, and then have breakfast with the kids before the driver takes my son to school.

By midway, when little Sarah is ready for a nap, so is mommy. It took her a few weeks to realize she was pregnant, and then I really turned up the heat. If she thought she was smothered before, nothing compared to the way I hounded her steps these days.

I know she barely had any help from Doug during her pregnancies; I was there. I didn't do things just because of that, but because it was fucking common sense that she would need me even more now.

She'd grown sassier with her belly. The bigger that shit got, the more mouthier she became. That only means she's hornier than usual, which is saying a lot because she's fucked my cock raw a time or two before this.

Since I wasn't comfortable spanking her these days, I'd found a new way to punish her for her shit. I eat her pussy until she's near to climax, then leave her high and dry. She's not allowed to touch herself afterward to get herself off.

Then later that night, I'd fuck her to completion to give her relief. If she's been exceptionally bad, though, I usually pull out and cum on her instead of in her, and she hates that shit. She'd pout for days after until I gave her what she wanted, then she's happy again.

All in all, married life has been even better than I imagined. Every weekend, we fly out somewhere and come home Sunday night because Kevin has school the next day. I do that because I know Doug and his woman drive by my house mostly on weekends and though they can't see in or get in, I don't want my wife catching wind of that and feeling uncomfortable in her own home.

If it wasn't for my parents and Doug's I would've taken her and the kids away a long time ago. But I know how much Doug's family loves the kids, and my own parents would lose their shit if I moved away, not with their much-awaited grandchild on the way.

RACHEL

Oh boy! I think I went too far this time. I'm holding my laughter and my pee at the same time as I hide out from him. He was opening every door upstairs, calling for me, but I was too well hidden for him to find me. He's so damn cranky; all I did was send him a text that said Doug would've got me the ice cream I asked for by now, something we both knew was a lie, but he was looking for me to punish me.

He'd been on his computer all day, and I needed attention. I don't know where I got the nerve, but he knows better than to ignore me even when he has important business meetings to attend to.

I would never have pulled a stunt like this in my past life, but with him, I know he won't go too far. "There you are," I screamed and tried to run past him, but he caught me, and my own stupid laughter made me too weak to escape.

He bit into my neck, which he knows makes me weak in the knees. "How did you find me?"

"Did you really think hiding out in our daughter's room while she's napping was a good idea?" I pouted and ignored him. I thought for sure he'd know I hate interrupting naptime and wouldn't look in there.

Off to bed we went, and I hummed with excitement even though I knew what he was going to do to me. As soon as his tongue touched my hot flesh, I was ready to go off like a Roman candle. "Please, Jacob!" I made my voice as whiny as I could, knowing that he couldn't resist.

He looked up into my eyes and cussed before going back to his feasting. "It makes my tummy hurt when you don't let me cum. That can't be good for the babies." I knew I had him there because he kept going until I filled his mouth.

He slid up my body to lay behind me, holding my big belly in his hand while he slid into me from behind. Even though his strokes are slow as molasses these days, I find a new pleasure in that as well.

"Cum inside me this time too." I breathed over my shoulder at him. He was concentrating really hard, and I knew he wasn't going to do as I asked. Just as he was about to pull out, I tightened my pussy walls around his cock and reached around and grabbed his ass.

"Where are you going?" Oh, he was big mad when he had to cum inside me, and I kept him locked down long enough to get one more out of his semi-hard cock. I laughed at him as he grumbled and flounced out of bed in a snit.

"Just for that, no more cock for you for a week." That's what he thinks. I guess he forgot that I take what I want before he even wakes up good in the morning.

I rolled over to go to sleep once he left the room to get cleaned up in the bathroom. I was too tired to care and smiled in my sleep state when I felt him pull the sheet up over me before going to the thermostat to make sure the room was at the temperature I preferred.

I settled down to sleep with a smile on my face, once again very thankful for the way my life has turned out. When my husband asked me for a divorce, I would never have imagined that things would turn out this way.

I thought for sure I would end up moving back home with my family until I could get back on my feet again. Who would've imagined that his cheating would lead me and my kids to an even better life?

I don't think I've gone one day without pinching myself since our wedding because I wake up every day expecting to find that it was all a dream and I'm back there in the hell of someone else's making.

I'm so glad I didn't make a fuss and tried to hold onto something that wasn't going to get any better in the long run. I haven't seen nor do I wish to see my ex anytime soon, and since he's been acting like an ass, I doubt I want to trust him with my kids in the future.

It's a hard decision to make and not something I take lightly, but all the things he's done since the night at the club have been horrific. Since he's been blocked on my phone and everywhere else, I haven't really heard much about him, except for every once in a while, my sisters-in-law would keep me up to date.

Since my pregnancy, though, they had stopped, and I got the idea that it was my husband's doing. He tries to shield me from anything he deems stressful and I can't believe how different this pregnancy has been compared to my first two.

He's been there since the beginning, making sure that I have everything I need. I won't lie; I was a bit worried that he'd be just like Doug when it came to my pregnancy, but nothing could be further from the truth.

Whereas Doug seemed to be repulsed by my pregnant body, I fall asleep every night to Jacob playing with my tummy and wake up with him doing the same. He's fascinated and wants to feel every kick and movement the babies make.

I'm so happy sometimes it scares me, but I hold onto hope every day, and the fact that I have seen none of Doug in my new husband keeps my head in the clouds, but after betrayal, I have to keep my feet planted firmly on the ground.

I know that Wendy still looks at my social media pages, but I haven't been posting too much lately anyway, so she's starved for new information, which I imagine is driving her crazy. I can't for the life of me understand why she'd be so interested in my life. She got the man she wanted, and my life should no longer concern her.

Doug had lost his mind and was telling anyone who would listen that I'd cheated on him with Jacob when we were married, which everyone laughed off, and then Jacob got so pissed he sicced his lawyers on him, so that was that on that score.

I don't think about either of them these days because my life is too full to give place to losers. Doug doesn't understand to this day why I didn't fight for our marriage. There are lots of reasons, but the bottom line is it wasn't worth saving. Other than my kids, I'd venture to say that he was the biggest mistake of my life.

I get a kick out of knowing what he is and how hard Wendy's life must be. I sometimes wonder how happy she is with the prize she'd won. She'd had a lot to say in the beginning, even after the divorce. For some reason, she seemed to want me to be more torn up than I was, and when that didn't happen, it seemed to send her over the edge.

I saw through her the first time she contacted me with a snarky apology for stealing my husband away from me and my kids. I never responded and it took me a while to realize that I never said a word to her, not even when she was right in front of me.

I might have been over Doug's bullshit by the time he asked for the divorce, but he was still my husband when she decided to crawl into bed with him, so I have no respect for her and find her way beneath me as a human being.

I fell asleep feeling light but, for some reason, woke up and chose violence. For the first time in months, I went on social media and posted a picture of my pregnant belly. I gushed about how happy I was to be sharing the experience with my husband and how all of us, Jacob, Kevin, and Sarah, couldn't wait to meet the new babies.

"Oh shit!" Jacob was the first to comment on the picture. How the hell did he get there so fast? Is he stalking me? He had the nerve to comment, ‘Who the fuck else were you going to do it with?' So territorial.

Our friends chimed in, ragging on him, and I egged them on and left him fighting for his life in the comments. There's nothing like friends who know you best putting your shit out there. They teased him about his overprotective and possessive nature and complained about him keeping me and the kids to himself.

Even Susy, Bree, and Helen jumped in, and then Nadine, Jacob's mom, had to have her say. Somehow, the topic of baby names came up, and that was another fight from my husband, and before you know it there was a name war going on in the comments.

I'm petty, yes, thanks to my pregnancy hormones. I did all that, knowing she was going to see it somehow, even though she was blocked. She doesn't know that I know her fake accounts and I haven't let on to Jacob that I know she still stalks my pages.

I want her to know without telling her that I'd won, and right about now, I was sure that she was living with regrets because instead of a pot of gold, she ended up with a bag of shit. Hee-hee.