The two men glared at each other through the mesh of the screen door.

"Grant."

"Scott."

"Glad you could make it," the taller man sneered.  "Only 2 hours and 45 minutes after you said you'd be here.  Where are the boys?"

"They ran around the side.  They're getting camping gear from the garage.  They're really stoked about your trip.  Bear Lake.  We used to go up there when they were little."

"Yeah, I've heard.  Look, I've got to go tell them to stop tearing up the garage.  Stuff's already packed in the car."  Grant tilted his head toward the large silver SUV in the driveway. 

"Oh, right.  Makes sense," Scott mumbled as he shifted from foot to foot.  Once upon a time, he would have simply told Grant to go fuck himself. That was not the way of the good father he was endeavoring to be.  

"Sorry about that.  Couldn't totally be helped.  We were waiting on the electrician."

“Whatever, man,” Grant sneered as he turned and walked to the garage.

Moments later, he was leading the boys out the front door to the waiting SUV. 

And then they were gone.

At that moment, Grant's wife, Melanie, called out from the kitchen.

Scott followed her voice.

“Ignore him.  He's only a little pissed about the lateness,” she said.

“Then what crawled up his ass?”

“Not that it's any of your business, but he just found out the new pool is going to be delayed until next year.  Our general contractor up and retired.”

“Shit, Mel, you know I'm a GC, why didn't you call me?”

Melanie snorted. “He's not gonna call his wife's drunkard ex-husband to work at his house.”

“That's not fair, Mel. I'm two years sober as of August. I've turned over a new leaf. Hell, I've turned over the whole tree.  I'm clean; I've got my licenses back.  I'm just trying to rebuild everything I fucked up, but a little help, or at least a little trust would be nice.”

“It takes time.  There's way too much history for this to be so quick and simple.”

He stepped toward her.  “You're not the only one who got hurt.  You carried on an affair with your doctor-boss for years and when I confronted you, you moved into his place, taking my sons and serving me papers!”

“That was also the week I paid off the attorney for your DUI and drove you to rehab because you couldn't drive yourself.  I think we're even!  If I hadn't left, you'd have drunk yourself to death, and we both know it.

“I had a 10-year-old and a toddler to look after.  I couldn't deal with another child in the house.  I did what I had to do for both of us.”

“Fair.  Yeah, that's fair.  Still, when we were good together, we were very good.

“And for what it's worth, I wasn't so drunk that I didn't know about your affairs.  You weren't just hanging out next door with Divorced Dan, smoking grass and listening to Fleetwood Mac.”

“We did those things too,” she snarled.

She angril stepped closer “And you're gonna tell me you weren't fucking every wife of your clients who'd spread her legs for you?!”

“You should know.  All you housewives are little whores,” he growled inches from her face. 

He drove his face down into hers, their lips coming together briefly before their mouths opened and their tongues clashed.

He pulled back.  “All you housewives are whores!”  

He kissed her violently and reached behind her, scooping her onto the countertop.  They struggled to maintain their passionate kissing as she lifted her hips to help him yank her shorts and panties down.  When the latter got hung up on her thighs, she rapidly lifted one leg out, leaving her underwear still wrapped around her other thigh.

As she did that, Scott yanked his jeans and boxers down and gave his cock several aggressive tugs before grabbing Melanie's nearly bare thigh with one hand and grabbing his girthy dick with the other.  

He drew the tip up and down her labia, spreading her moisture. 

Arching his hips, he pressed into her, driving a sharp gasp from her lungs.

“Oh God!  I forgot how thickness feels.”

He began long thrusts into her, which she met with rocking of her hips on the counter.

“Fuck!  Take it, you married slut. Your husband's gonna hire me to build that pool and I'll be here every day, fucking his wife.  I may move into your bedroom and put him in the spare room.  Make him sit surrounded by his tiny golf participation trophies while I'm fucking his wife.”

“Yes!  Fuck me like Dan used to.”

“Whores!”

She shrieked and tore into his back with her nails as her fluids poured onto his balls and down the front of the cabinets.

With three more aggressive thrusts and a savage growl, he released inside her.

Mel cupped her vulva with one hand to contain the mess as she hopped down off the counter.  Reaching over, she used her free hand to stop the recording on the cell phone cradled in a small tripod by the sink.

“Grant's gonna love that one.  Boy does love a good creampie. Also, all that cheating stuff was great.  If he's got any signal, he's gonna be losing it in his tent tonight.

“He was disappointed last time when you shot on my breasts.”

Scott sighed.  “Thought the whole pearl necklace thing would be hot.  Had a gal at a job last month go wild for it.  Said her husband loved her tits smelling of my jizz when he got home.  Courses for horses, I guess.”

“How'd this turn into another round of therapy capped with a fuck?” he asked.

“Because we needed both.”

He looked sadly into her big brown eyes.  She smiled back.

“So did you really know about me screwing around while we were married?”

“On some level.  I didn’t put it all together until therapy after rehab.  It made me face a lot of stuff.  It's why I'm doing better, you know?”

“Yeah.  I'm really proud of you.  I still love you, stupid.”

“Ditto, slut.  Same time next week?”