“You got pregnant.”
Anger filled me. “That’s not the point!” I took a few deep breaths. Anger and resentment would get us nowhere. I truly didn’t want this to be a long drawn out process. “I have the number for an attorney. I think we should try to make this as civil and quick as possible.”
“You have a number?”
“For God’s sake, Todd. Please. Don’t try to convince me for one second that you don’t have names and contacts. I don’t know how long you expected this to go on or to continue to do this, but ten years is long enough.” I chuckled and he looked at me funny. “I give her credit for waiting this long.”
He didn’t say anything.
“We need to tell the kids. Do you have somewhere to go?”
“I’ll be moving in with her.” There was no guilt in his voice.
“Of course you are.” I looked at him and informed him, “You know I could make this very difficult, refuse her any contact with MY kids.”
“Mer?”
“Don’t. I won’t. But I’m not happy about it either. If I catch one iota of a hint that she’s treating the kids badly, this will get ugly.”
“She won’t.”
“Todd, I don’t want to hear ‘she won’t’, I want to hear an agreement.”
He agreed.
Soon after that talk we met with a mediator. Everything was pretty cut and dry. I was going to have to cut back on some expenses, but I’d survive. He wasn’t taking on any added expense moving in with Judith and he was very generous with alimony and child support. Since we were staying in the same town we agreed that the kids would spend the weekends with him and we’d try alternating weeks, but I assured him he could see them whenever he wanted. Of course we still had to wait for a judge to sign off on everything.
Sitting the kids down was the hardest part. They cried, though our youngest didn’t fully understand the gravity of it all. There wasn’t much in the house that he wanted. Most of the furniture was staying except for some family heirlooms of his. The weekend he moved out was rough. His parents took the kids for the day, trying to ease the hurt for them.
Tami kept me company, but kept to herself while he was there. Gregor had been emailing, just reinforcing how important it was for Todd and I to remain friends and a united front for the kids. I was grateful for his support, but it was also annoying on some level. And yes, I wasn’t sure what level that was.
That night I got an email from him as Tami and I sat on the couch watching TV.
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
10:38 PM
Subject: Re: He’s out
How did today/this evening go?
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
10:44 PM
Subject: Re: He’s out
Things are good. Watching a movie with Tami. Kids are in bed. We have a new normal to get used to.
Will email more in the morning.
Another week passed. We were still email sparring like we typically did. While I didn’t necessarily have appearances to keep, he did. All of our friends and neighbors, that Todd and I were relatively close with, knew that we were divorcing. Most were shocked and when they inquired I’d just say it’d been a long time coming, but that it was a mutual decision.
That morning I’d sent Gregor a selfie. We’d been trying to work something out to see one another and I was doing everything I could to make it harder for him to say no.
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
6:08 PM
Subject: Re: Temptation
Love those deep blue eyes... :)
I smiled.
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
6:12 PM
Subject: Re: Temptation
I know you do... They need to be looking up at you while I’m on my knees...
I didn’t hear back for a few hours.
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
10:45 PM
Subject: Re: Temptation
:) Really was just thinking lunch...
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
10:49 PM
Subject: Re: Temptation
Lunch sounds good...
And it didn’t happen. Schedules and conflicts always popping up and ruining our plans. Another week passed. That morning after the gym, I sent him a picture of me in my bra and panties. It wasn’t long before he replied.
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
10:49 AM
Subject: Re: Pretty in pink...
Trying to get me to skip my errands tonight? I should be out and about. Do you have the kids?
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
10:51 AM
Subject: Re: Pretty in pink...
No, they’re staying with Todd tonight since he’ll be out of town this weekend. I’ll be waiting, mouth open...
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
10:55 AM
Subject: Re: Pretty in pink...
May just bring the small paddle and send you quickly home with a very sore bottom and a watering mouth...
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
10:57 AM
Subject: Re: Pretty in pink...
Watering from your cum or lack thereof?!
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
11:05 AM
Subject: Re: Pretty in pink...
Lack thereof. Might make you wait until next time.
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
11:07 AM
Subject: Re: Pretty in pink...
I waited to hear from him. He let me know when he was headed to Joplin’s and I made the drive to meet him there. As we’d done before, I stood by the exit and waited for him to swing by to pick me up. Jumping in the back seat, he parked in a dark corner and then hopped in the backseat with me.
Like it so often was, barely any words were spoken. I wasn’t sure if he pulled me into his lap or if I climbed into it. Taking his hat off, we began kissing like long lost lovers typically did. No restraint, just primal, carnal passion consuming us.
Separating our mouths, he laid me across his lap after pulling my leggings down. Before his paddle struck my skin, his teeth nipped and sucked on the sensitive skin of my bottom. One hand circled over my lower back and the other began to paddle me. He’d pause every now and then, fingering me when he did.
Makeup thoroughly smeared, he pulled me up to face him. Bringing his fingers to my lips, he gently ran his fingers over them and then kissed me. God, he was filthy and I absolutely loved it. Finding the waist of his pants, I unzipped them and pulled his cock out for my attention.
Lowering myself, knees on the floor of his truck, I took my time. I missed having him in my mouth and I wanted him to know it with my actions.
“Christ. I missed that mouth.”
Smiling around him, I continued. Waiting for him to pry me off him, he didn’t. Flooding my mouth and down my throat, I sucked with vigor. When he was done, tucking himself back in his pants, he pulled me into his lap and kissed me.
I hadn’t gotten off and I didn’t care. Slowly we kissed each other and held one another close before we parted ways. Dropping me off at the front doors, I climbed out.
“I’ll try to work something out for this week.”
Smiling, “I’d love that.” Then he drove off.
When I pulled in the drive that night, Todd’s car was there. What the hell? When I got out of my SUV he climbed out of his car and headed toward me.
“Is everything ok?”
He looked pissed. “You changed the locks?”
Sighing, “Yes, I changed the locks.”
Growling, he asked, “Where were you?”
I know he didn’t think it was any of his business. “Um, really? You don’t get to ask me that anymore, Todd.”
“You have someone, don’t you?”
I just sighed and shook my head. “Todd. I’m not doing this with you. Now, is everything ok?”
Our youngest had left her teddy and had refused to go to
bed without it. He told her he’d swing by and pick it up.
“Todd, it’s late. She should be in bed.”
“She is. I’ve been sitting here waiting.” I looked at him confused. “Judith texted a while ago that she fell asleep.”
He’d been waiting almost an hour. We probably just missed each other as I headed to Joplin’s. I just sighed. “Let me go grab it. I’ll be right back.”
Running upstairs, he waited in the garage. Walking to him, I handed it over and he left without another word. Groaning, I closed the garage door and headed to my laptop.
Of course, I had an email.
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
11:19 PM
Subject: Re: Pretty in pink...
I smelled my fingers all the way home... :)
Hopefully your ass received enough attention to get you by this week...
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
11:28 PM
Subject: Re: Pretty in pink...
Agh! Pervert. You’re supposed to let me lick and suck it all off! :)
Ass stings, come rub it! It might get me through to Wednesday! Though the marks will probably last into next week. :)
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
11:31 PM
Subject: Re: Pretty in pink...
I could have let you suck like that for hours. Felt amazing.
Mission accomplished. I went to bed with a smile on my face, hands rubbing my ass.
Chapter Forty
UNDER YOUR SPELL
THE SORDID EMAIL SPARRING continued the whole next week. After running errands and going to the gym, I got home and sat down and emailed him that I was home. We were still trying to find time to see one another. His response came shortly after and had me laughing, as well as wanting.
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
1:37 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Good – Now you can get back to focusing on my cock
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
1:38 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
When and where? Everything aches to feel it! :)
How would you like me to focus on it?
Suck it.
Fuck it.
Lick it.
Stroke it.
Fondle it.
Squeeze it.
Rub it.
Blow it.
The options are endless...just like my need... :)
He simply replied with ‘LOL’. Jerk! Later that night, the kids in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
9:00 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
How fitting that I’m hungry and nothing sounds good but you. I guess I’ll just enjoy licking some peanut butter off a really big spoon!
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
9:01 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
:)
Seriously? Just a smiley face. Ugh!
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
9:03 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
You and that damn smiley face. I’m trying to be patient while wanting to be demanding! :)
Again, silence. I knew he was on the road and probably out with customers. Listening to Under Your Spell by The Sweeplings—one of my new favorite artists—I nearly choked on my water when I read his next email that night.
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
10:41 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
I just read SPAM mail asking if I want to make women squirt with my mouth...should I ask for more information...?
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
10:44 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
No, but I’ll let you experiment on me all you want! :) If anyone will get me to, it’ll be you.
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
10:47PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Maybe tomorrow...
AGH!
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
10:49 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Don’t tease...
Your place or mine? :) I’m free.
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
10:52PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
I need that hour massage...
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
10:53 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
I know you do. We could meet for lunch first?! :)
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
10:55PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Depends on timing. Your lips will be too worn out to speak...
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
10:56 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Worn from what? Pray tell! :)
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
10:58PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Sucking cock out of submissive obedience
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
11:01 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
As you wish... So, is that a no to lunch then? Lol.
Why must you make me so horny when I’m conveniently lying in bed...alone?
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
11:02PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Because I’m out with customers and my cock is about to pierce this denim layer of secrecy.
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
11:04 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Groaning. When do you get home? Fucking thoughts of your hard dick...sliding into me...
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
11:07PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Sometime tomorrow...
Vague, vague, vague. Sigh.
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
11:09 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Guess sometime will depend on how badly you need that massage and sucking. Heehee.
To masturbate or abstain...
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
11:10PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
No. You should. Repeatedly.
Uh. This was a first.
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
11:12 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Hmm...do you want me extra sensitive?
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
11:13PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
I want you fucking raw
Jesus H Christ. I felt the blush creep up my cheeks and over my whole body.
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
11:14 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Jesus Christ...moaning...I’m in the middle of something. Hold please...
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
11:15PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Fuck that. Tell them to leave a fucking VM.
His response made me laugh. Did he really think I was on the phone? How could my attention be anywhere but on him at that moment? I did as he ordered.
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
11:21 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
I need to be filled with you when I come...
Orgasm one done. Now I’m all sweaty and still panting...
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
11:23PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
You need two more tonight at least.
The man was trying to kill me!
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
11:24 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Yes Sir! Little hard to swipe with cum covered fingers...
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
11:35 PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Two done. I’m fucking trembli
ng and not from being cold. Fingers got a good workout.
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
11:37PM
Subject: Re: Running errands
Make them fucking weak in the knuckles...
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
11:53 PM
Subject: Three down...
Yeah, I’m struggling to make a fist at the moment. I may or may not be sticking to the bedsheets.
I was struggling to stay awake. Three orgasms, self-inflicted ones at that, were bound to take a lot out of a girl.
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
11:58PM
Subject: Re: Three down...
Don’t fucking stop.
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
12:33 AM
Subject: Re: Three down...
Vibrator over my panties and legs instantly started to shake...which turned into the butt plug joining in the fun and no more panties. Holy crap, I need you. Heart is pounding, abs are hurting, legs are quivering. Clit – still pulsing...
I passed out and emailed him in the morning.
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
8:29 AM
Subject: Re: Three down...
Good morning, Sir. Hope you got some rest. Mine was intermittent and filled with ordered orgasms and naughty thoughts. Getting ready to take the kids to school. What to do next?! :)
When I got home from the gym, an email waited for me.
TO: meredith@meredithedits.com
10:48 AM
Subject: Re: Three down...
Sounds like your bottom needs a refresher...
TO: bruisedassets@yahoo.com
10:52 AM
Subject: Re: Three down...