She was on her back on the living room couch, her skirt up around her waist, her left leg thrown up over the back of the couch and her right planted firmly on the floor with her panties in a puddle around her ankle.

I didn’t know the man who was between her legs and sliding his cock into her, but I did know he had no business being there. That pussy he was fucking was supposed to belong to my father, not some unknown stranger. Why was she spread out on the couch for this man? Why the couch and not the king sized bed only thirty or so feet away? Where was my father? Why was he letting this happen? Why was my cock so hard? Neither of them had seen me come into the room so I quietly sat down in the recliner and watched.

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My evening had started out with promise. I picked up my fiancée for a dinner and dancing date and we went to Antonio’s for dinner and to Club Bogart for dancing. We didn’t watch our drinking because there was a motel within walking distance just up the street. The only limit to my drinking was making sure that I didn’t take on so much that I wouldn’t be able to get it up when we got to the motel.

We had been at Bogart’s for maybe two hours and had just finished dancing a set and returned to our booth when I saw Jessica stiffen and quickly turn her head away.

"What’s the matter cupcake, not glad to see me?"

I looked up to see some guy I’d never seen before standing there and looking at Jessica.

"What’s the matter baby? Forget our night of passion already?"

Jessica continued to look away and I said, "You know this guy Jess?"

"Of course she knows me" and he laughed, "And I’ve known her, in the biblical sense if you get my meaning."

"What is going on here Jess?"

"Doesn’t look like she wants to tell you pal, so I guess I will. Last Thursday she comes in here with four girl friends, picks me up, gets me to take her to a motel and she damned near fucked my eyes out. Its over, I ask her if I can see her again and she says sure and gives me a phone number. Ain’t that right cupcake?"

Jessica still kept her face turned away and the guy said, "Normally I’m a nice guy and all you had to do cupcake was say, "Sorry, it was just a one time thing" and it would have been cool. But instead you give me a phony number and let me make a fool out of myself trying to get in touch with you. That pissed me off."

He turned to me. "I seen the ring on her finger. If you are her intended you should know she is a slut. She did it all with me pal. Sucked my joint, took me up her ass a couple of times and fucked me into exhaustion. And that ain’t the first time she come in here with her girl friends and I ain’t the only guy she’s left here with."

He turned back to Jessica. "Next time cupcake, be honest. You do that and bad things like this don’t happen."

As he walked away I asked, "You have anything to say Jessica? Is what he said true? Is that what you do on your night out with your girlfriends?"

She kept her head turned away from me and was silent. I got up and left her there and drove home.

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I sat in the recliner and listened to the man huff and puff as he drove his cock into her. I listened to her moan as her head rolled from side to side. Her nylon clad legs and high heeled covered feet added an eroticism to what otherwise would have been no more exciting than a man fucking a woman on a porno tape.

I thought back to my earlier question, "Where was my dad?" and "Why was he letting this happen?" and then I suddenly remembered that he was on day two of a four day business trip. Was this what she did whenever he was gone? Were my father’s business trips her equivalent of Jessica’s Thursday night out with the girlfriends?

Her moans changed to a steady hiss-like "yesssssss" and her hands grabbed the man’s ass cheeks and she pulled him tight against her. My cock was hard from watching and I was tempted to take it out and jack myself off. Every time Jessica and I had danced a slow number and she had held me close my cock had gotten hard and thoughts of what we were going to do at the motel kept it hard. I won’t say that I had a case of ‘blue balls’ but I was close.

On the couch her hands had fallen away from the man’s ass and she was moaning again. The man muttered an "Oh yeah" and then he held himself against her for several seconds. When he pulled away I saw a thick rope of cum stretch from the head of his cock to the lips of her cunt and then the rope broke and fell into her cunt hair. As he was getting up he noticed me for the first time.

"You the husband?"

I shook my head no.

"Whatever. This was her idea. She picked me up and brought me here."

I just looked at him and he shrugged, got dressed and left. I sat there looking at her, legs spread and her fingers rubbing her pussy, and I thought to myself, "Another whore. First Jessica and now this."

Something snapped in me and I stood up and dropped my pants. I walked over to the couch and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and her head was rolling from side to side as she fingered herself and moaned. "Fucking whore" I thought as I climbed on the couch, moved between her legs and slid my cock into her wet cunt.

"Yessssss" she softly hissed. I thought of Jessica and all of the girls that had fucked over my buddies. I thought of my sister cheating on her husband and I thought about how the whore I was fucking was cheating on my dad and then I thought of Jessica again. I started slamming into the unfaithful whore as if that would punish her.

"Oh God yes, so good, so good, fuck me hard, make me cum" she cried.

Harder? You want harder you bitch? I’ll give you harder and I rammed into her as hard as I could and she screamed "Oh God!" and her nails bit into my ass and I busted my nut.

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"Oh sweet fucking Jesus" I thought as I slowly lifted myself off of her, "What the fuck have I done." It was as if my cumming had tripped a switch in my head and suddenly I was aware of the enormity of what I had just done. All I could blame was the booze I drank and the head full of rage I had after finding out about Jessica and neither one of them could excuse what I’d just done.

She was still rolling her head from side to side and her fingers had gone back down to her clit. I couldn’t be absolutely certain, but I didn’t believe she had ever opened her eyes and I’d never spoken. There was the heavy smell of alcohol on her breath and it could be that she was partially out of it. I thought that maybe, just maybe, if I could get out of that room before she opened her eyes she would think that her pick up had taken seconds.

I quietly backed away from the couch, picked up my pants and still moving as quietly as possible I went to my room.

I couldn’t fall asleep. I lay there staring up at the ceiling and thinking about the possible outcomes of my stupid, stupid act, but they all paled against the one most certain to happen if she had opened her and had seen it was me – she would tell my father and he would kill me. Or worse, he wouldn’t, and I’d be forced to face him for the rest of my life. The least likely was for her to involve the authorities and risk things going public.

After an hour or so I heard her come up the stairs and I braced myself for my bedroom door to slam open and her to storm in with murder in her eyes. I held my breath and waited, but nothing happened. I heard the door to her bedroom close, but I couldn’t relax. Was she going for the gun my father kept in the nightstand?

Oh God, why had I done it. Okay, she was a whore, but she wasn’t my whore, she was my father’s problem. So what if my buddies had unfaithful girlfriends, my sister was cheating on her husband and Jessica was running around behind my back. Why had I thought that gave me the right to do what I did? I couldn’t even blame in on alcohol; I’d had a lot to drink, but not enough to make me totally stupid or I wouldn’t have been able to get it up to do what I did.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to get dressed and get out of the house before she came after me with dad’s gun or waited for me to fall asleep so she could do a John Wayne Bobbit on me with a dull knife.

I got out of bed and quickly dressed. I’d get out of the house and then when she went to work I’d come back and get my stuff. I didn’t know where I could go or where I could stay, but I needed to get out of the house. I just couldn’t take the chance that she didn’t know it was me. I took a look around to see if there was anything that I needed to take with me and then I decided to just get out and worry about my stuff later.

As I drove away from the house I wondered how I would ever be able to face my father and how I would be able to explain to him not only moving out, but not even visiting when she was around. I’d had time to think about it and I doubted that she would tell my father because if she did and he confronted me she wouldn’t want me telling him the circumstances under which it happened. And there was still the chance that she didn’t know, but could I take a chance on that?

I was fucked! Even if she didn’t know how could I face her knowing what she was doing and knowing what I did? Shit! Shit! Shit! One stupid lapse in judgement and my life is fucked!