Chapter 5
(Mg, oral, MMMg, voy, ggggM, MF, oral, Mdom, inc)
Felicity spends the morning showing Daddy how slutty she can be, Daddy entertains beard riders, and Mom gets caught doing the dirty...
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I was up early, frying bacon when Nellie came down to the kitchen.
"You're up early."
"You woke me when you got out of bed, and I couldn't go back to sleep. I had a craving for bacon, eggs, grits and toast. Want some?"
"No thanks," she replied. Then, "Maybe bacon and toast."
I slipped three slices of greasy bacon between two slices of white toast. She took the breakfast sandwich and I turned the stove off . We ate silently and then she was on her way to who knows what.
As she left the apartment, I stripped, rushed upstairs to Felicity's room, threw her sheet off, spread her legs, and dove into her cunt. She awoke with me sucking her clit.
Felicity grabbed two handfuls of my hair, wrapped her legs around my neck and humped my face. "Yes. Oh, God, yes! Eat my pussy, Daddy! Eat my pussy!"
She had an orgasm, and I continued licking, sucking and tongue-fucking while I jacked off. She had two more intense orgasms before I felt cum surging up my cockshaft. I knelt, guided my cock to her soaked cunt, and stuck my cockhead into the opening. I felt three strong ejaculations and two weaker ones, filling my daughters pussy with Daddy cum. Then, I went down, licking, slurping and sucking it all out.
Her body went rigid with an orgasm so intense, she swooned.
She quickly regained consciousness, but was briefly disoriented. Then her eyes lit up. "Holy fuck, Daddy! That was so fucking incredible. I want you to wake me up like that all the time."
"I don't think your mother would approve," I replied.
"Fuck that bitch. She treats you like shit. I don't know why you put up with it."
"As you saw yesterday, those days are past. I'm taking charge from now on."
"Cool. I hope you slap the shit out of her the next time she disses you."
"That's not going to happen. I'm a pacifist. I'm non-violent."
"Oh," she sighed disappointed.
"And you will treat your mother with respect," I admonished.
"Since you're non-violent, you won't spank me," she sassed.
"No. I will ground you, and have you fitted with a chastity belt."
"There's no such thing."
I laughed, "I have a friend whose hobby is leather working. I'll bet he could make one for you."
"You're joking. Right?"
"You don't want to find out."
"I love you, Daddy!" she said, throwing her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.
I broke the kiss, and said, "You are a magnificent kisser. Your tongue in my mouth almost gave me an orgasm."
"Mr. Crowley and Sarge say that I'm a pretty good cocksucker too," she said then proving it by going down and taking at least five inches of my cock in her mouth.
"Oh, God! Baby, that feels incredible."
She slipped my cock from her lips just long enough to say, "You can talk dirty if you want to, Daddy. I like it. I like it a lot."
"Suck it, Babe. Suck my cock, my beautiful fucking cocksucker. I want to watch you sucking other men's cocks."
"I love it, Daddy. I love sucking cock and fucking. I'm a slut, Daddy. I love being a fucking slut."
"And I love you being a fucking slut, Baby. I'll help you. I'll cover for you. I'll help you have time alone with men who want to fuck you."
"I want to have time alone with Grandpa O'Hara. We never have time to really do anything."
"I'll arrange it, Felicity. I'll figure out a way."
She began sucking my cock in earnest. I grasped her head and pumped my cock in and out of her lovely lips.
"I'm going to cum, Baby!"
She didn't pull away from my cock, and I ejaculated into her mouth. When she got up, some cum dribbled down her chin, from the right corner of her mouth. I licked it up and kissed her. She pushed some of my cum into my mouth.
"That was so hot, Baby. Unreal. Surreal. Too real. This must be a dream. I know I'm going to wake up in a minute in semen soaked sheets."
"It's really real, Dad," Felicity giggled. "You're really into it. Aren't you? Into your daughter being a slut."
"Yes. I wouldn't have believed it before Friday night. I would not have believed it if someone told me that three men were fucking my 10-year-old daughter. And there's no way would I've thought of you doing that would turn me on. I couldn't have imagined myself sitting on a porch, jacking off while listening to a 55-year-old man fuck my beautiful daughter."
"But you love it."
"The hottest part was listening to you tell Riley about fucking three different men in one day. George at the ice cream parlor, Alex at the Playhouse, and Sarge in his apartment. Wow!"
"You like that? You want me to do it again?"
"I'd love it!"
"Mr. Whipple goes to the Parlor before 9, and opens at 10. I can call Mr. Crowley, and have him meet us at the playhouse, then go wake up Sarge."
"Why not have Alex meet us at Sarge's apartment at 10. You told Riley that you've always wanted two men to fuck you at once."
"Daddy! You are so fucking perverted. I love it!"
She called. "Hello, Mr. Crowley. Meet me and Daddy at Sarge's apartment at 10 o'clock... Why? Why do you think?"
She put on a year old yellow wrap-around dress. She had lanked out a bit since we bought it, making it a mini dress.
The Ice Cream Parlor (that was the actual name) was in a strip mall less than a block away from the Enchanted Garden Apartments. We walked down the alley to the back door. She knocked three times, two times, and three times again. The door opened, and I hid behind it.
"Felicity, my beauty," I heard him say.
"Wanna have a little fun before you open up, Mr. Whipple?"
"Oh God, yes. Come in!"
I put my ear to the door, but couldn't hear anything. It was too thick.
Less than five minutes later, the door opened again.
"Don't you want to clean up before you go, Felicity?"
"No. I'll clean up at home. I'm in kind of a hurry."
"That was quick," I said.
"Mr. Whipple never lasts very long. I fake cumming so he'll feel good." She raised the front of her dress to show me the cum oozing out of her pussy and down her thighs.
"By the time we get back to The Enchanted Garden, that semen on your thighs is going to be noticeable."
"Yeah, I know."
There weren't many people out and about at 9:30 in the morning. Carl Burns, the maintenance man, and his assistant, 18-year-old Bobbie Woods, walked past us. Bobby was looking away, but Carl did a double take. Bobbie was the son of Robert Woods, the owner and general manager of Enchanted Properties Inc.
We went up the stairs to Sarge's apartment, where Felicity opened the door and walked in.
Sarge was sprawled out on his back, naked, with his right leg partially off the bed sporting an erection.
Felicity discarded her dress, and took Sarge's cock into her mouth.
Sarge awoke and laid his right hand on the back of her head. "Oh, Filly, Baby. I love it when you wake me this way. I fucking love waking up with my hard cock in your hot mouth."
"Good morning, Sarge," I said.
He was surprised to see me. "Good morning, Frank. Your little girl is the best cocksucker I've ever experienced. She's a fucking natural. I've never known a little girl who loved cock as much as your horny little slut does."
"I cannot believe how much it turns me on to see another man's cock in my daughter's mouth. Suck it, Felicity. Suck Sarge's cock."
She took his cock out of her mouth, gave me a naughty grin, then licked his sac before slowly running her tongue up his cockshaft to the head, where she swirled her tongue around it before taking all of it into her mouth.
"Oh Fuuck!" Sarge moaned, humping Felicia's face. "I'm gonna cum, Filly. I'm cumm-ming! Fuuuck!!!
As soon as he finished ejaculating, Felicity kissed me, sharing her mouthful of Sarge's semen.
Then, she flopped back on the bed, propped up on her elbows. "Eat my pussy, Daddy. Lick Mr. Whipple's cum off of my legs and out of my cunt."
"Whipple fucked you before you came over here?" Sarge asked.
"Uh huh," Felicity giggled. "I gave him a quickie while Daddy waited outside. Daddy said it turned him on when he heard me telling Riley about me fucking Mr. Whipple, Mr. Crowley and you in one day. So, I decided to do it again for him.
"Are you loving it, Daddy?"
"God, yes, baby! I cannot believe how much this turns me on. I love the taste of Sarge's cum in your mouth, and Whipple's cum in your hot juicy cunt."
The doorbell jingled.
"That'll be Mr. Crowley," Felicity said. "Daddy wanted to watch two men fuck me at the same time."
"Come in, Alex!" Sarge called out.
He entered, looked around, and commented, "I seem to have overdressed for the occasion." He was wearing flip flops, cutoff jeans, and an Oilers tee shirt and ball cap.
"You can throw the tee shirt and cap in the trash basket, where it belongs. This is Bear territory."
"Dad's a Dallas Cowboys fan," Felicity laughed.
Both Sarge and Alex booed.
"The only wild card team to ever make it to the super bowl. And they did it with 12 rookies on the squad." I boasted.
Alex took off his cutoffs and boxer shorts, and threw the shorts at me. "Suck my dick, Frank."
"That's my job," Felicity said. "Daddy wants to see two men do me at once."
"Have you had a double penetration before, Felicity?" Alex asked.
"No, sir. This'll be my first."
"When Riley gets here we can triple team you," Sarge chuckled.
"My butt!?! One of y'all would fuck my butt?"
"Riley's into anal. I call him Buttman. The back door is his preferred entrance. Given the choice between a gorgeous girl's pussy and an ugly boy's butt, he'll take ugly."
"I've never been butt fucked," she said. "I've never even thought about it. It sounds yucky."
"But you'll try it?" Sarge asked.
"Yeah, I'd give it a try. But, I won't be sucking his dick, knowing it's been up people's asses."
"How do we want to do this?" Alex asked.
"Daddy already saw me suck Sarge's cock, so I'll suck yours while Sarge fucks me doggy style."
They started out slowly and rhythmically, inserting and withdrawing at the same time. I got on my back and scooted under Felicity so I could watch Sarge's cock moving in and out of my baby's pussy. I reached up and fondled Sarge's balls, causing him to cum, which caused Felicity to cum, causing Alex to cum.
"Damn, Frank. I wasn't ready for that."
"Ready for what?" Felicia asked.
"Your father fondled my balls while I was fucking you."
My daughter kissed me, filling my mouth with Alex's cum, then she straddled my face, giving me more of Sarge's semen.
"What now?" Felicity asked.
"Suck your Daddy's monster while Alex fucks you, and I take pictures," Sarge said, taking an ancient Polaroid Land camera off a kitchenette shelf.
I didn't think of objecting to having incriminating evidence of the crime we were about to commit.
"He sent pictures to Riley," Felicity said.
"I want one," Alx said.
"Me too," I said.
Hearing the click and buzz of the camera added to the excitement of our illegal activities.
I didn't last very long before cumming down my daughter's throat. Alex took longer because of his recent orgasm. I knew we would all last longer in our future erotic activities.
"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," Alex said.
"Casablanca," I said.
"Casablanca?" Felicity asked. "What's that mean?"
"Alex's ‘beginning of a beautiful friendship' quote is from the classic Humphry Bogart movie, Casablanca."
"I have to go and prepare for a meeting with the Playhouse's board of directors," Alex said.
"And I have to get some sleep," Sarge said. "Riley called me at 8 o'clock so his 8-year-old niece could tell me how much fun they had last night. His sister's babysitter got sick, and she had an all nighter planned with her newest boyfriend. The kid knew that her mommy was going to be ‘Doing It,' and told Riley so."
We walked out of Sarge's apartment and saw Pauline, Peggy, and Wendy walking away from our back door. Felicity bounded down the stairs, giggling naughtily, and joined her friends. "You will not believe how fucking slutty I've been this morning!"
We entered the apartment, where she breathlessly told them everything in graphic detail.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Pauline exclaimed. "I'm the nymphomaniac, and I've never done anything like that."
I told Pauline about my dream of having her ride my cock cowgirl style, while Wendy rode my beard.
"Let's do it!" Wendy giggled.
"Not fair!" Peggy groused. "You rode his beard already. It's my turn."
We went to my bedroom, where I again watched in amazement as my 9-inch cock disappeared into Pauline's hot, tight prepubescent pussy as she slowly slid down my precum slickened shaft. Peggy straddled my face as Pauline started moving up and down.
Peggy had three or four intense orgasms before dismounting, quickly replaced by her little sister.
Wendy, Pauline, and I came simultaneously. Pauline rolled off, and my daughter quickly took my deflating phallus in her mouth and sucked off Pauline's pussy juices, before going down on Pauline.
"Eat me, Filly! Eat my pussy. Drink your Daddy's cum out of my cunt, you horny fucking slut!"
"I think I've died and gone to heaven," I sighed as 7-year-old Wendy fellated my flaccid penis. It tumesced slightly, but wouldn't resurrect.
"It won't get hard," Wendy whined. "Am I doing something wrong?"
"No, Honey. You're doing nothing wrong. It's just tired from overexertion. It's not used to having this much attention. It needs a rest. But, never fear. My talented tongue never tires, and it's a prepubescent pussy addict. It can't get enough kiddy cunt."
I gave each girl a couple more orgasms before the orgy ended.
"Wendy," I admonished. "You told Bethany about me."
"No, I didn't. I told her what we did, but I didn't tell her who you were."
"She figured it out. She knew you spent the night here, and knew you wouldn't ride the other two beards in The Enchanted Garden."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"I think it'll be alright. She's a pretty cool kid. Has she done anything with grownups?"
"Her Uncle Willard ate her pussy around Christmas time when he visited from California. And the preacher at the church where she goes to daycare fools around with her."
"Does he make her do it?" I asked. I don't trust priests and preachers.
"No. No, she said that he's really nice. She likes him."
"Then it's cool," I said.
"I don't want to go to daycare anymore," Felicity said. "I'm old enough to take care of myself."
"I agree."
"You do!?!"
"Yes, I do."
She hugged and kissed me passionately. "You are the coolest fucking Dad in the whole fucking world! I fucking love you!"
I showered, dressed, and went to work.
A little after 5 o'clock, I was editing a press release from the community college when our secretary, Suzie, said, "Line two, Frank."
"Harris here," I answered.
"Daddy, Mom's in the apartment sucking our dentist's cock."
"What?"
"We were hanging out in the laundromat when we saw Mom's car pull into the parking space. Dr. George was with her, and they went into our apartment. Me and the gang went in and saw them naked in the living room. Mom was on her knees on the floor, sucking his cock. I said, ‘Mom! What are you doing?' Then we ran to Sarge's apartment to call you."
"I'm on my way. Stay where you are."
I rushed into the managing editor's office. "Anne, Felicity just walked in on Nellie, sucking our dentist's cock. I'm going home."
"Don't do anything crazy, Frank."
"I won't. I promise."
Less than five minutes later, I was entering our apartment. Nellie was in the bedroom, crying.
"What's up, Nellie?" I asked. My voice was surprisingly calm.
"What? What are you doing home?"
"Felicity called me and said she caught you sucking Dr. George's cock." Inside, my guts were churning. I was angry. But my voice was calm... as if I were discussing the weather.
"What's she doing here? Why isn't she in daycare?"
"She's too old to be in daycare. She doesn't want to go to daycare. She wants to be here with her friends."
"Mrs. Harris?" Sarge's voice came from downstairs. "Could you please come down? I need to talk to you."
"For God's sake, Nellie," Dr. George begged. "Come down and tell this man that it was consensual. Please? Please?"
She got up and angrily descended the stairs.
His face blanched when he saw me, and he moved behind Sarge.
"What's up, Doc?" I asked cheerfully, throwing him into a state of confusion.
"Mrs. Harris?" Sarge asked. "Was the, uh, act... consensual? Or do I call the cops on this asshole?"
Nellie's face was red, George's was white, and Sarge's was almost blue, from straining to keep a straight face, and not laugh. There was something pathetically patriotic about the scene.
Nellie exploded, "You son of a bitch! You led me on for two years, telling me that you wanted to marry me. That you were going to divorce your frigid wife. Then you call me a gold-digging whore? You bastard!!"
"I'll take that to mean it was consensual," Sarge said stifling a grin. He then turned to walk away.
Nellie's ex-lover moved with Sarge, keeping the big man's body between him and me.
"You're on your own, Doc," Sarge chuckled. "I'm not your bodyguard."
"Go home to your wife, Doc," I said. "Fortunately for you, I'm a pacifist. I'm nonviolent. In fact, I'm anti-violence."
Nellie snarled, "Myrtle's not going to be happy with you after I talk to her, asshole, and tell her everything you said about her."
At that moment, Nellie saw Felicity and friends standing in the kitchen.
"Oh, God!" Nellie moaned, and ran, crying, up the stairs. She slammed the bedroom door behind her.
The girls stepped aside as Dr. George ran out.
Sarge filled me in on the happenings. The girls told him what they saw while Felicity was calling me. He grabbed his Polaroid, ran downstairs and saw Doc leaving the apartment, zipping up his pants and buttoning his shirt on the way to the apartment office, where he asked the receptionist to call a cab. Sarge photographed him and threatened to call the police about a rape suspect if he didn't return to the apartment to prove his innocence.
I went upstairs, and found the bedroom door locked. "Unlock the door, Nellie. Let's talk."
"No! Not now."
I went downstairs to my office, got a paperclip, and returned to the bedroom. There is a tiny hole in the center of the outer door knobs. I straightened the paperclip, and stuck one end into the hole, unlocking the door. Nellie looked up in surprise, then shrugged her shoulders and hung her head.
"Let's talk."
"Please don't tell my parents. I'll do anything. Just don't tell."
"Anything?" I asked.
She paused for a long time, looking at me warily.
I gave her the evilest grin I could muster.
She hung her head and whispered, "Yes."
"I can't hear you."
"Yes! Damn you. Yes."
"I'm kidding," I said. "We're going to work it out, and keep our little family together."
"What about Felicity?"
"What about Felicity?"
"She won't respect me anymore."
"She didn't have a whole lot of respect for you before she saw you sucking cock."
"What!?!"
"She didn't respect you because you treated me like shit. She didn't respect you because you didn't respect me. She didn't hate you, but she didn't like you. That's something you two are going to have to work out."
"What about us?"
"We are going to begin behaving like a happily married couple. We will pretend to be in love. We will fuck at least twice a week, beginning right now," I said, unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, and letting them drop to the floor. "Now suck my cock."
She whispered, "Felicity might be right outside the door, listening."
"She and her friends saw you sucking another man's cock. That pretty much blows the need for modesty on your part. Suck my cock like you sucked his." The thought of Felicity and friends listening at the door made my cock rock hard. "Come on! Suck it like you sucked your boyfriend's cock."
"It's so big," she said.
I had forgotten how infrequently my wife had seen my erect phallus, and had never seen it at eye level. Whenever we fucked, it was under the covers with the lights out. "I'm not going to ram it down your throat. Just take as much of it as you can. Suck it like you sucked George's dick."
She dropped to her knees and took four or five inches in her mouth. She sucked, moving a few inches up and down my cockshaft. I was sorely tempted to tell her that her 10-year-old daughter could give her lessons.
"Come on, cocksucker. You can do better than that. Show some enthusiasm! I'll bet you didn't act like it was a disgusting chore when you were sucking your boyfriend's dick. I'll ask Felicity, and Pauline, and Peggy, and little Wendy how enthusiastic you were when sucking off George."
"No! Please don't."
"I'll ask each one, individually, to describe in detail exactly what they saw. I'm sure each of them will tell their friends. Soon, everyone in the Enchanted Garden will know what a cheating, cocksucking slut you are."
"I'm not a slut!" she protested. "I'm not! I thought George loved me. I thought he wanted to marry me. He was going to provide a better life for me and Felicia."
"But he didn't love you. He used you. You were his whore... his gold-digging whore."
"I am not a whore."
"Yes, you are. You were doing it for money... the money you would get after he divorced his wife. That makes you a fucking, cocksucking, gold-digging whore."
She let out an involuntary whimper-moan. She was getting turned on. The dirty talk was making her hot.
"If you don't want Mommy and Daddy to know their daughter is a whore, you'll be my whore. Suck my cock, whore."
I heard muffled giggles on the other side of the bedroom door. I raised my voice a little so the girls could clearly hear, "Suck my cock. Suck it like I'm your sugar daddy. Suck it like sucking it will make you a rich bitch."
"Stop it, Frank. Stop it now!" She was taking charge again, like she had for 12 long years.
"If that's what you really want, Nellie. I'll stop it. I'll stop it, call a lawyer and file for divorce, and you'll be paying me child support, and your family will hear all the sordid details of your infidelity. They'll find out that their daughter is a gold-digging whore." I walked to the bedside and picked up the phone.
"No! Don't. Please."
"Then, you'll suck my cock, and let me fuck you whenever I want?"
"Yes."
"I can't hear you."
"Yes!"
"Suck it, bitch."
After the morning's activities, my semen supply was nearly nonexistent, but my orgasm was intense. I picked her up, and kissed her passionately. She responded passionately.
I slid her skirt up to her waist, and threw her onto the bed, then spread her legs, and ravaged her vagina with my tongue and lips. It was the first time I had ever performed cunnilingus on her.
"No! Don't!" she exclaimed, pushing my head away from my crotch.
"Eradicate those two words from your vocabulary. I never want to hear them again."
Seconds later, she was pulling my head into her crotch, humping my face wildly, and moaning and squealing. She had at least three body-quaking orgasms.
Then, I rammed my cock in and pounded her cunt hard and fast until I came. I ate her again, until she swooned, nearly passing out.
She lay there, mumbling, "Oh, my God. Oh, My God."
"You loved it. Didn't you, Nellie? See what you've been missing all of these years by denying me. Do you still think cunnilingus is perverted and disgusting?"
"I never imagined... it... could..."
"George never ate your pussy?"
"No. I never asked him to."
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Are you alright, Frank?" Anne asked. "You haven't done anything crazy, have you?"
"No, Anne. Everything's cool."
"You may not have realized it, but you didn't close my office door, and you didn't whisper when you told me what Felicia saw. Not only was the entire editorial staff present in the newsroom, Lem was there, bumming a cigarette off one of the reporters; Susan Burns was interviewing the police chief; Alan Michaels, the chamber of commerce PR guy, was hand-delivering a press release; and Jan Witt, the Junior League president, was talking to Terry."
Lem was Lemuel Daltry, the Chronicle's publisher. Terry was Terry McLeod, our society editor.
"So," I said, "it's highly probable that everyone who's anyone in Palmetto County will know about this little incident."
"Yes. I thought you should know," Anne said. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yeah. Could I take a week of my vacation time?"
"Certainly."
"Could I get a dayside writing gig? I want to spend more time with my family."
"You got it. Features and general assignment," Anne said. "Anything else?"
"No... Thanks. You're the best boss a guy could ever have." I hung up.
"What was that about everybody knowing?" Nellie asked.
I explained the situation.
"Momma and Daddy will find out!"
"Not necessarily."
"You said, ‘everybody who's anybody' didn't you."
"Your parents are relative nobodies."
"What do you mean by that!?!" she gasped, offended.
"They're not involved in local politics. They don't belong to civic and social organizations. Your mother's a part time receptionist at a doctor's office. Your father's an insurance adjuster. So, there's the possibility they won't hear about it."
"But, they could?"
"If they do, we'll tell them it was a one-time thing. There was some marital discord, but we've worked things out, and are now a happily married loving couple."
"It would still be so embarrassing."
"We're human. Everybody makes mistakes. It'll be cool, as long as we're cool about it."
"A loving couple?" she asked sarcastically. "With you calling me a bitch, a slut, and a whore, and making me suck your, uh, penis?"
"What we do in our bedroom is nobody else's business, unless you make it somebody else's business."
"Why would I make it someone else's business?"
"I don't know. I guess you won't be telling Betty Marshall anything. Did you tell her about George?"
Nellie didn't have to answer. She blushed. I was certain she and her lifelong friend told each other everything.
"How about tuna salad sandwiches for supper?" I asked. "I've worked up an appetite with all of this sucking and fucking."
"Are Felicia's friends gone?"
"I'll run them off if they aren't."
"I'm not ready to face Felicia."
"If you don't go down to see her, I'll bring her in here to see you."
"I need to shower first," she said.
"Me too. Let's conserve water, and do it together. Did you and George shower together?"
Nellie blushed and nodded.
I let her adjust the water temperature, which was a bit hotter than I was used to. She got under the showerhead first. She shampooed her hair, then rinsed it out. Her makeup was gone. She turned, and I saw the girl with whom I had fallen in love 14 years earlier, when I came home on leave from the Navy. She was my mother's best friend's niece. She stiffened when I hugged and kissed her.
I went downstairs, wearing only a pair of denim cutoffs. Felicia was alone downstairs, drinking a Dr. Pepper. "Is Mom a good cocksucker?"
"You could give her lessons."
"You want me to?"
"No. We can't let her know about us. Right now, I have the upper hand, and I want to keep it that way. Don't be rude to her."
"She's a bitch."
"Pretend she isn't. Tell her you forgive her. Tell her you knew the marriage had soured and she needed affection and found it elsewhere. Okay?"
"Okay. But if she ever disrespects you ever again, I'll go off on her and tell the bitch what I really think."
I made sandwiches and opened a bag of potato chips. "Supper's ready, Honey!" I called.
Nellie came downstairs cowed.
Felicity repeated the words I told her to say almost verbatim. She made no effort to appear convincing, which she could have easily done.
"I'm sorry you had to see what you saw, Felicity."
"I'm glad I saw it, Mom. Now, I know that you're not Mrs. Perfect."
"I never said I was perfect."
"Yeah, but you always acted like it."
Nellie stiffened, then slumped.
I said, "We're going to fix it, Felicity. We are going to be a better and closer family than we were before. I know it's difficult to respect your mother after what you and your friends witnessed, but we all make mistakes. I've had sex with other women."
"You have!?!" Nellie blurted. "Who with?"
"With whom? Betty Westerlage, and a married woman I refuse to identify."
"Isn't Betty married?"
"Yes, but it's an open marriage. Bob knows about us, and occasionally joins in."
"That makes us even," Nellie stated sitting tall, ready to take charge again.
"Not by a long shot. Nowhere near even. I wasn't looking for a new wife. I never considered breaking up our family."
"You wanted to break up our family, Mom? That is so uncool! Daddy loves me too much to do anything like that!"
"I love you, Felicity!" Nellie exclaimed. "I wanted a better life for us. I wanted the best for you. The best schools. The best home. A better class of people."
"You think that asshole dentist was better than Dad!?!"
"Watch your language, young lady!"
"Fuck you! You suck that dentist's little dick and tell me to watch my language!?!"
"Cool it! Cool it. Let's settle down," I said. "I do not want to hear you calling your mother names ever again, Felicity. Do you understand me?"
"Yes sir," she huffed.
"I need a drink," I sighed.
"Don't do it, Daddy. Please?" she begged.
"I've never done anything to you, have I?"
"It's just that you're never happy when you drink. You're always sad, or mad. I don't like it when you're that way."
"Okay," I said. "Beginning now, we will act like we respect each other. We'll fake it 'til we make it."
After Felicity went to bed and was asleep, I went to O'Malley's. The newsroom was well represented. Betty and Bob Westerlage; police beat reporter, Susan Burns; city hall, Dick Bryan; county courthouse, Pat Joel; general assignment.
I spread my arms in a grand gesture and said, loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear, "Behold the cuckold!"
"Thanks a lot, asshole," Joel said.
"What?"
"Anne's putting me on the copy desk so you can have a day job."
"The experience will do you good. I thought you wanted to be an editor."
"Yeah. City editor, news editor, managing editor. An editor with some authority. Copy editors don't have any fucking authority."
"It'll still look good on your resume." I knew the Chronicle was just a stepping stone for him. Within three or four years, he'd be moving on to a major daily.
"How's the wife?" Betty asked.
Susan asked, half jokingly, "I'm not going to see your name in an offense report tomorrow, am I?"
"Only if I get caught driving drunk on the way home tonight."
"How's your daughter taking it?" Joel asked. "That must have been a shock."
"I think she was more titillated than traumatized. Nellie was more traumatized than Felicity was. Mommy no longer holds the moral high ground. It's going to take a long time for her to earn her daughter's respect."
"You're not going to divorce her?" Susan asked.
"No. We're going to stay together. I think the relationship will be stronger than it ever was."
I was too drunk to drive at closing time, so I staggered home, flopped down on the bed, and passed out.
Coming in Chapter 6 - A private eye reports on Nellie’s infidelities, and Frank and the kids enjoy the photos, tape recordings, and film of Nellie with Dr. George at a motel.
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