by Writing Shark
The morning after the revelation
Last night was really bad. Alice didn’t understand what happened between you and Hellen. You fucked your muffin almost all night long and now she is lying next to you in a deep happy slumber while Hellen has to sleep in your daughter’s bed from now on. You would have liked to tie her up in the garden like a unruly bitch, but you are just too sweet for this family.
You give your sleeping daughter a soft kiss, then you go to the kitchen. Of course Hellen has prepared everything and you can have breakfast in peace while your wife keeps her distance from you as you wish.
Then you call work. There are important projects coming up but you call in sick for the day. You have important things to do.
A short time later, your car pulls up in front of the Schoomer family home. You take a deep breath and calm down. You are angry, damn angry. But you need to know what kind of danger Amy and Elise pose to your family.
Finally, you ring the doorbell. Elise should already be at school with your daughters. You’ll have to take care of her, too.
“Fuck…” Then the door opens.
It only takes you half a second to know that Amy Schoomer is no danger to anyone. You haven’t seen her in months, last time at a family gathering Alice invited Elise to, but when Amy sees you standing in her doorway, it’s almost like she wants to get down on her knees. But she doesn’t know what you know, doesn’t want to jeopardize her friend’s plan, and instead holds weakly onto the doorframe.
“James,” she mumbles, unable to look you in the eye at first. “How can I help you?” Her facade only works if you don’t know what kind of man you are.
“Let me in,” you say icily, and Amy immediately steps aside and lowers her head. As you push past her petite body you glance briefly at her crotch. Hellen told you everything, of course she did. And you believe her. But she has also abused your trust and she is lucky that you still believe in her as a wife.
You still know your way around the house, even though you’ve only been in here two or three times in the last 20 years. You head for the living room and sit down on the sofa, grabbing a couple of comfy pillows and tossing them aside.
“It’s good to have you here” you hear the soft voice behind you that used to be so full of life and vigor.
“Get me something to drink.” Amy hurries past you into the kitchen while you look around the room. There’s a photo, a single one of Amy and Elise, the woman smiling, the girl pouting.
“Here you go.” Amy returns, a pitcher of ice-cold Sprite in hand, surely something for her daughter. She gives you a pitying look and hands you the jug with both hands. “I don’t have anything better.” Hellen told you that, too. The women have set aside for you everything Amy or Elise don’t need to live. You open the can, drink, and take a particularly long look around the shabbily furnished room while Amy waits beside you with her head bowed.
Then you rise and Amy makes room for you. She follows you meekly as you tour the apartment, looking around, going through her private things and getting an intimate picture of her life.
“Y-you k-know…don’t you?” asks Amy finally, unable to take it anymore as you hold one of her plain bras in your hand. She has no need for things that increase her libido. You look at her and Amy looks like a little kid next to you. You nod.
Immediately, the best friend of Hellen drops to her knees beside you and takes your hand in her own. Her lips settle on your skin and you feel the quick breath and hear her crumbling voice.
“I belong only to you James…” she breathes, sounding even more frightened than Hellen was then. “To you alone. Please James, please take me to you like your wife.” Her wet eyes look up at you, her cheeks flushed. “Please let me serve you like my friend does.”
You let the desperate woman stew a little longer. You’ve shaped Hellen all your life. With Amy, you have to rely on others, you don’t like that. But it’s clear this woman belongs to you, probably more than Hallen does right now, thinking of her betrayal.
“You want to submit to me?” Amy nods. “You want to be my stupid little slave?” Amy nods even more eagerly. “You want me to be in charge of everything in your life?”
“Yes please.” It must be brutal for Amy not to know if you will make her happy. You see it in her tortured face. You smile dirty.
“What happened to the confident young woman from 20 years ago who had plans for the future? The woman who thought I wouldn’t do Hellen any good? The woman who wanted to tear us apart?”
“She’s dead!” comes the answer Amy has believed for many years. “You made her go away James. And you made a new woman out of me. You fucked me into who I am today and I’m so grateful.” You snort out your amusement and shake your head.
“Did I really fuck you that hard?”
“You showed me that Hellen is happier than I could ever be.”
“And your daughter?”
“She’s your daughter James! She’s yours. You can have her.” Hope resonates in her voice as Amy offers you her only gift. “Hellen said that’s the only thing I could offer you.”
“How much money do you have in the account?”
“Just over sixty thousand dollars,” she says apologetically. “I had to raise Elise without arousing suspicion.”
“That’s my money now.”
“Of course!” Amy nods her head eagerly. “Please forgive me for keeping it from you for so long.”
“And you know I could never let you come again?” She doesn’t care about the money, she doesn’t care about Elise, her own daughter, but the thought of it gives Amy real anxiety.
“I want… Yes James… Yes, you decide about me. I just hope that my money, my daughter, and everything else I have that makes me me is enough to make you happy.”
You like that she’s so submissive, but you’re not fooling yourself. You don’t trust that woman. You don’t trust anyone you haven’t personally broken and made better. Amy is your wife’s work and you can’t always seem to rely on Hellen either.
As much as the sight of this little slut turns you on, you have to be careful. Even you don’t fuck so well that one time anal and twice oral would be enough to bind a woman to you forever. There must be something else.
You reach down between her legs and Amy whimpers like a little puppy as you feel the hard steel between her thighs. She looks at you pleadingly but you withdraw your hand and show her the key Hellen gave you. At least you can use it to control Amy while you recalibrate your life.
There’s not much more you can do to test Amy Schoomer. You finish your Sprite and toss the can into her hands.
“Thanks,” she babbles, and takes the trash away. When she comes back, you’re standing in front of the photo of her and her daughter. “She needs a father” Amy mutters. “I can’t do this alone. She needs you. And… And so do I.” You snort.
“I know.”
“It wasn’t my fault.” Amy knows you’re angry at Hellen. “It was Hellen who…” Then her eyes grow wide as you silence her with a harsh gesture.
“You and your useless cunt are mine now” you rumble and again Amy can only nod. “And that’s exactly what you are. Useless. A useless stupid woman who thought she could decide my life.”
“Hellen did…” You may not do it too often but you see the understanding in her eyes as you slap her. Underneath the fear you see the understanding.
“You and my wonderful wife are going to have to do some things to make me forgive you for your betrayal bitch.” Your voice is ice cold, betrayed, disappointed.
“I’m sorry for being so stupid.”
“I’ll think about that.” Then you look at the photo again. Amy poses no danger, but Elise might. “Now go get my daughter.”
You see the same look in her eyes as you do in your wife when you talk about Alice.
“Anything you want James,” Amy says, pulling her old, scratched cell phone out of her back pocket.
Writing Shark 