Chapter 62: Lies

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The doctor was firm and clear; no sex for six weeks after delivery. The urges came at three weeks. They were strong, and Dan was a phone call away. He wanted to see Seth. It would just be a visit.

I told him to come early, "When my husband leaves for work... park in the barn where nobody will see you. That way, you can stay as long as you like." This was Thursday. He stayed all day and left around five. He wore my ass out... came back again Friday... did it again. My pussy was demolished. So much for doctor's orders.

Dan has been unlucky in love ever since his Barbie Doll wife, Susan, cheated on him. She was as hot as he is. That whole thing totally changed his demeanor. I can tell you that Dan had no legitimate love interest in Emily, my husband's first girlfriend. He fucked around in high school and college before he met Susan. Emily was just an extended lay. Susan was the real deal. She just didn't feel the same way about Dan because she could never get over her old high school flame.

I never told Dan that Susan fucked her old boyfriend,Vic, on their wedding day... how she slipped out her bedroom window and jumped on his Harley for a midnight romp at his place. The ride lasted all night. She said it was the best sex of her life. Vic barely got her home before daybreak.

I'm not sure, but I don't think telling Dan about that would be helpful. It was just one of Susan's many confessions during our frequent conversations. She endeared herself to me with her secrets, then asked me to cover up her affair. Like an idiot, I accommodated her and became her accomplice. Ironically, I was in love with her husband. When Susan's ship sank, so did mine. We both dropped to the bottom in a sea of deception, my heart a titanic treachery.

Did Andy know Dan was coming to the house on Thursday and Friday, just three weeks after I delivered Seth? No, he did not. I didn't feel like it was a good idea to tell him. I realize that's kind of ridiculous because I just had Dan over right before the delivery so he could screw me in front of my husband.

We told Andy all about Dan's affair with Emily. As it turned out, I'm the one who told most of that story. It was brutal for so many reasons, not the least of which included Dan's presumed lifetime friendship with my husband which imploded after our three month affair. Dan just keeps coming back... and fucking me. I just keep spreading my legs for him.

Could I have gotten away with Andy finding out about Dan coming over? Sure. I mean, if Andy had walked in on us, we wouldn't have stopped what we were doing. Dan would have banged me even harder, and Andy has caught us before. My husband's a certified cuck. I need to frame his certificate and jerk off his dick on the glass... smear his cum into my initials with my finger. He's the product of my dirty and degrading lessons. I deserve all the credit I can get.

Still, I've tried to keep things on the down low since we brought home baby Seth. There's something about the baby being here that seems to make a difference, and I don't want to push my hubby beyond his limits. He has essentially been decimated by my diabolical debauchery.

So, no... I didn't want Andy to know about another round with Dan.

That being said, on Saturday morning, Andy walked down to the barn as is his traditional ritual. He came back to the house all disheveled and agitated. "Somebody has been in the barn!"

"How do you know?" I felt a punch in the gut. It immediately occurred to me that Dan had forgotten to move everything back in place.

"Stuff has been moved all over the place, like somebody came in and parked." Andy's comment was on point, and I knew that he knew someone had come over.

I sat down at the kitchen table and tried to contemplate a story. Should I tell the truth or try to butter this up? Could Andy handle Dan being here? I wasn't sure. The better option would be Brandon, whom Andy has at least come to accept. "Okay," I said. "Brandon came over after his early morning class on Friday. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I know you like to watch, but it was just a timing thing. You were at work, and he was hard as shit. We had to do something."

Andy had no reason to know that Brandon and I aren't speaking, no knowledge of Brandon's x-rated audio or anything about our fight over Ashley.

"Your doctor said you can't have sex.."

"I know. I know. I let him fuck me in the ass, Andy."

"How many times?"

"Several, actually. I'm pretty sore. I sucked him off too." Andy knew one time isn't ever enough for Brandon.

"You sucked him off after he fucked your ass?"

"We did it in the shower, Andy. I'll let you do it to me if you want." I knew he would pass. He'd rather I jerk him off and tell him how Brandon's dick felt up my chute.

"You really are a slut, aren't you?"

I was stunned. I don't think I've ever heard Andy call me that before, no matter how legitimate the term. It paralyzed me for a second.

"Yeah, I guess I really am. I love you, though." I put my arms around him and held him against me.

"I love you too," he said. "I just don't want to find out about guys seeing you this way... not even Brandon."

"That's fair, baby. I'm sorry I tried to hide it from you. I just wasn't sure you were ready after the baby."

"What if I'm not?"

I reached over and started stroking Andy through his jeans. "Then, I'll get you ready."

"Did Brandon get to see his new baby?"

"We don't know it's his baby for sure, Andy. How many times have I told you."

"Yes, we do. Dirk told me and he told you. He had no reason to lie."

"Who knows his reasons, Andy. Everyone over there lies. We haven't seen a credible report that convinces me of anything. Until then, the baby could be yours."

"Do you want to check for ourselves?" he asked.

"No, I don't. I hope that's okay with you. I'm not ready to do that."

Andy nodded. "Is Sam mine?" The question caught me off guard. It seemed to come out of nowhere until I remembered our little session with Ashley in the bedroom.

"Yes, baby. There's no doubt in my mind. Sam's yours." He seemed legitimately suspicious..

"I need to ask you something, Andy."

"What?"

"Are you seeing Cecelia? Are you going over there or meeting her somewhere?" Andy paused, then shook his head. He didn't actually answer. "I need to know the truth, Andy."

"No," he finally replied.

"I had a dream that her baby is yours. Isn't that crazy?"

"Yes, it is."

"She's the enemy, Andy. She's easily as bad as Stephanie, and just think of the carnage that woman caused. I need you to stay away from her."

"I'm not seeing her," Andy repeated.

"Then let me take care of this," I whispered. I put my hand on Andy's crotch and squeezed. On a whim, I got down on my knees, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down right in the kitchen. Seth had been quiet for the last several minutes, and I can usually hear Samantha coming down the stairs.

I put Andy's cock in my mouth. He was soft and small like a little boy. He tasted like sex. He tasted like pussy. I looked up at him. I'm sure he could read my eyes.

"Who?!!" I growled. I gave him the kind of look that usually sends him stuttering into apology. Instead, he shoved my face back into his crotch and told me to "Suck it, you slutty bitch."

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe what I was hearing or what he was doing. He held me by the hair, and I sucked him until he was finally at least semi-erect. I sucked the flavor of cum off his cock. He made me lick his balls too. They tasted salty and musky. I tried to get up, but he held me down on the floor.

"Finish what you started," he said.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Who have you been fucking?"

"Shut up and suck it." He forced his dick back in my mouth. It was almost laughable, this little dick and these grandiose demands coming from a guy who never raises a hand to me. I almost giggled, but instead I kept a straight face. It was easier when I realized who he was probably screwing down there in the barn... or maybe he went for a ride. I tried to recall how long he had actually been out of the house.

My knees started hurting on the tile as I continued to suck him. "You got any cum left in this little prick, or did you spend the whole spoonful on your girlfriend?"

Andy reached down and jerked off my robe, slinging it into the corner. I was wearing gray cotton shorts and a maternity bra which he also ripped off during a brief interruption. My nipples were leaking milk, and he apparently liked the sight of it.

I put my mouth back on his cock. He squeezed my breasts until I leaked into his palms. Andy finally came in my mouth. It wasn't that much, very typical of his standard second effort which is a rare performance.

I pulled myself up and stared at him directly in the face, then kissed him. I had kept some cum in my mouth, and I spit it into his. He stepped backwards, completely surprised.

"You lied," I said.

Andy pulled up his jeans and fastened his belt. "So did you."