7. Rachel

RACHEL

W e set up a routine of sorts, where every day, Jacob would arrive at the house around nine or sometimes earlier if he knew I'd had a hard time with the kids the morning before. Since he worked from home, he'd bring his laptop and set up in the living room where he could help me keep an eye on the kids who didn't always want to stay in their playroom

Most days, he was done by twelve. I have no idea what he does, and I'm not brave enough to ask. He'd help me with lunch, and then the four of us would be off somewhere, either the park or Gymboree. All of our outings were geared towards the kids except for my once-a-week trip to the rage room.

We usually have coffee together on his early mornings which we both love and grew to look forward to more and more. And though nothing much had changed between us sexually, the tension has been building to the point that my nipples get hard at the sound of his voice.

When I see him interact with my kids, who absolutely adore him, like when he puts Sarah in her carrier and straps her onto his chest while he's on the treadmill and the fact that he'd had the presence of mind to order a play treadmill for Kevin to get on while we workout together, all makes me wish I had chosen better for my kids.

Seeing what a man could do for you and your kids compared to what you had once settled for is a little bit eye-opening and a whole lot disconcerting. I didn't say anything, though; I just kept watching because people always put their best foot forward.

And then came the day for Sarah's first overnight stay with her father and his girlfriend. I thought I was ready, but as the hours ran down, my body went into some state of shock, and I was running hot and cold all over until Jacob had to hold me on his lap until the shakes were over.

About an hour before Doug was supposed to come to pick up the kids, the doorbell rang, and I was surprised to see who my visitors were. Both my ex-in-laws, along with both -ex-sisters-in-law, Bree, the oldest at twenty-five, and Susanna, who was their youngest at seventeen.

But they weren't the only ones there; Jacob's mother, Nadine, was there as well. "What are you guys all doing here?" Before they could answer, Jacob came up behind me and moved me out of the doorway. "I invited them."

I guess they were there for moral support because they kept me pretty much preoccupied until we heard the car pull up outside. What I didn't expect was for Susanna to climb into the backseat and squeeze in between the two car seats.

"What are you doing?" We heard Doug ask through the open window.

"I'm coming with you to watch my niblings because I don't trust your side tramp as far as I can spit." Well, this did not go over well with Wendy, who ordered her out of the car.

"Tell your bitch to stop barking, or I'll bring her to heel." Now, Susana is a scrapper. When other girls were trying out for softball and soccer, she was in the boxing ring with her dad, learning how to defend herself.

Doug tried calming things down when Wendy started getting heated until his dad, Victor, walked up to the driver's side window. "Listen, son, you've got one of two options. Either she goes, or the kids stay here, and we can fight it out in court. I'm ready to pay any amount of money to safeguard my grandkids. You choose."

"Dad, I'm their father. What do you think I'm going to let happen to them?"

"Well, now, son, you haven't proven to be much of one, now have you? Seeing as how you've destroyed their home before they even had a chance. I don't know this person you're with, and I don't trust anyone I don't know, so either Susy goes, or the three of them get out of the car."

"I am not okay with this." Wendy let her displeasure be known.

"You're lucky my niblings are in the car, or I'll pop you one. Don't speak when the adults are talking." Now, my kids were spared from hearing all of this because Susy had turned on the screen in the car for the kids to watch their sing along show.

I was at a loss for words because I didn't know any of this was happening before time. Doug finally gave in and drove off with Susy in the car, and my body deflated as soon as they were out of sight. ‘Don't worry, I put trackers in their bags, and Susy knows what to do." Jacob whispered in my ear as the others turned to head back inside.

I knew they were trying to cheer me up but I was wound so tight I was about to break. Then they left a little after dinner, and it was just Jacob and I. "What do you want to do? You wanna watch a movie?"

"Let's have sex." There, I said it. I need something to take my mind off of this, and a movie was not going to cut it.

"No!" I felt that in the gut, after all the buildup and the flirting.

"You're rejecting me?"

"Never, I'm rejecting the timing. Right now, you're hurt and scared, and you need something to help you with that."

"What's your point?"

"Fine then." Before I could say another word, he lifted me and threw me over his shoulder.

He knew where my bedroom was, of course, and headed there with me. I could only be thankful that I had made the bed this morning, or I'd have been mortified. Some days, I don't have the energy to do even that.

I laid there, not sure of what to do with myself, but he took over and took everything out of my hands. I was stripped naked while he kept on his pants. My body was one long slash of red, including my hairless twat, which had been Nair-ed to within an inch of its life a couple of days ago.

I don't know what I expected, but the way he just stood there looking down at me made me feel some kind of way. Then he just got on his stomach between my legs, pushed my knees up and back, leaving me open, and spread my pussy lips open to stare.

Then his tongue, have mercy. It felt like he'd folded it and licked from my slit to my clit. I yipped and jerked, and he did it again, totally ignoring what he was doing to me. Is this even normal? Do men and women really do this?

What did it matter? It felt amazing. He was down there for a good while and I lost count of how many times I came, but I know I was hoarse and begging him for something.

I didn't even know when he lost his pants, but my eyes flew open when I felt the heat of his hips between my inner thighs. "Hold them." He put my hands on my knees so I could hold them in place, and I held my breath and waited.

We hadn't discussed birth control, but it was too late for that now. This was so risky, and I should probably feel more apprehensive, but my desire for him overrode common sense. I felt something hard and thick pressing against my opening and started to tell him that I wasn't into fisting until I noticed that both his hands were in view.

I lifted up so I could see between my spread thighs and have mercy. His cock was a few shades darker than the rest of his body which was already nicely tanned, and the veins that ran along the top to the bulbous head looked like a roadmap.

I watched as the head spread my pussy lips open before slipping in. Just the sight made me juice a little, which made him slip in a little further, and he took his time feeding me the rest. My eyes widened with each inch I took until I was stuffed full.

I hung on, waiting for the quick in and out to start and end, but instead was treated to a nice slow glide that set my twat on fire. I think I started cumming immediately, which was good because I needed all the lubrication I could get to handle this monster.

It was heavenly, it was amazing, and it was hot. But he had only just gotten started. He twisted his hips in such a way that I felt it deep inside, and then he leaned over and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, and I screamed.

This was so far removed from the norm that I started to wonder if this was some kind of joke he was playing on me. Surely, sex wasn't supposed to feel like this. What the hell had I been doing for the ten years of my relationship?

I lost the ability to keep my head up any longer and flopped down on the pillows while he sped up his thrust. He kept his thumb on my clit while plowing into me in jackhammer fashion, and I lost my mind.

I shook my head from side to side because the pleasure was just too intense. I begged I pleaded, and I cried, but he just never let up. It felt like it went on forever. I heard him growl, "Let go!" Then "Fuck, baby, let go!" But I had no idea what he was talking about.

And then the hammering got heavier, and my body shook with each thrust, and my pussy gave up the cream with each stroke until he moaned the sexiest sound I had ever heard and came inside me.

HOMEWRECKING SKANK

I'm furious as fuck, and no one seems to care. His sister, who has been nothing but rude, has been in my way the whole time since we got here. I wanted to be the one to give the kids a bath and put them to bed, but she refused to let me near them.

When I complained to Doug, his answer was to leave it alone, that it was just a temporary thing and I'd have plenty of opportunities in the future to do all that. But I wanted to do that now. I had all these plans, ways I was going to get the kids to like me and want to be around us more.

This Susy person has no respect; she hasn't said one word to me since her threat in the car, and every question or statement is directed toward her brother. Once she'd put the kids to bed, I saw her coming out of their room, the room that I had set up for them, looking for her brother, and stepped in her way.

"I won't be ignored in my own home." She put her hand in my face and mushed me, pushing me back out of the way.

"I don't speak slut, find another person to annoy." She tried walking away, but I wasn't having it. I called out to Doug, who came to see what all the fuss was about.

"What's going on."

"Wait, wait." She held up her hand, pulled out her phone from her back pocket, and hit record. "And go!" Who the fuck acts like this? She's a complete fucking psycho.

"What's going on, Susy?"

"I'm not sure; I'm waiting for the performance to start."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because you've lost your mind and went slumming, and I'm not about to let your side bitch Susan Smith my niblings."

"Since when do you talk like that?"

"Since the brother I once adored and looked up to became a jackass. Now, do you have an air mattress? I'll be sleeping on the floor in the kid's room, so this mommy, dearest wanna-be, don't get any ideas."

"I would never harm the kids, and I resent your implication."

"Ooh, big word. Suck a dick!" She pushed through me and her brother, who stood there looking stupid instead of going after her and telling her off.

"Are you going to let her talk to me like that?"

"Just stay out of her way." I turned to go into the nursery to make sure the kids were tucked in alright, and a blaring noise like a foghorn blared in the air.

"What the hell is that?" I jumped back away from the door. Just then, Susy came running and did something on her phone to turn it off before going inside to settle the baby, who had been disturbed.

"Susy, what the hell is that?" Her brother asked.

"It's an alarm; I told you, she's not getting near them."

"Well, what's the point of them being here then?" I finally snapped.

"They're here to see their piece of shit, dad, not the homewrecker who destroyed their safety net. You'd do well to stay out of my way. My dad is just itching to call that lawyer and have your rights revoked. You know who's stopping him? Take a wild guess. Rachel. She's a saint. I'd have poisoned your ass already. You and this bitch. If you were gonna cheat, shouldn't you have done better? Damn, all that college money is just wasted on you."

She walked by us again. "Doug, do something. I won't spend the whole weekend like this."

"Bitch bye! Doug, I'm hungry. Order me something to eat and tell that to stay the hell out of my way." I've never met a more disgusting person in my life.

"You don't expect me to reward your bad behavior do you?"

"Why not? Didn't you reward hers?"

"Why are you so bent out of shape about your brother's and my relationship? Even Rachel didn't act like this."

"That's because Rachel, my dear, is too much of a lady. I'm not. I have not reached that setting in my programming yet. But I don't think I'll ever be lady enough to accept trifling man poaching troglodytes like you. Bitch, be gone and stop yapping at me."

"I already told you these are the languages I do not speak. Slut, bitch, twat waffle, and homewrecking hag. You're not playing happy family with the kids Rachel labored to bring into this world. I'm here all summer. Doug, I'm hungry, or I can call dad to bring me something. He'd really like that."

She's freaking mental, and he's a coward who left to get his phone to order her something to be delivered when I'd made us a perfectly good dinner. Tonight was supposed to be our night. We were supposed to sit down and plan after we'd put the kids to bed together. She'd just ruined all of my well-laid plans.