He held conventional views about what a husband should be and what a wife and mother should be.
Even though he had to admit the sex had lately been incredible, the kinky twists that Leila brought nagged at him. Between that and the frequent absences, he couldn’t put aside his suspicions. He kept spying on her cell phone, and when he could, he’d drive by her workplace.
To a third party observer, it seemed just a matter of time before he’d catch her on her lunch break going out with Ace. But sheer luck had been on Leila’s side. Ace didn’t see her every lunch break.
In fact, Ace didn’t see Leila as often as she would like. She was in a side bitch role, a role she was only vaguely aware of.
Ace had an ex-wife that he still fucked on occasion in exchange for being on time with child support. And he had a steady girlfriend, a hot 20 year old that he didn’t have to avoid at nights because, unlike Leila, she had no husband she had to go home to, let alone any children.
Leila knew Ace was seeing someone. She had seen the thongs and jewelry in his car and asked him about it. She didn’t like it, but she was in no position to set rules about who Ace could fuck.
However, she had no idea Ace was extorting his ex wife for sex.
All the pussy Ace was juggling meant he didn’t have all the time to devote on pursuing Leila. They were seeing each other once or twice a week and this had become a routine.
“Our routine,” Leila thought to herself. She shrugged as she pushed her grocery cart, keeping one child in the cart seat while the other held onto a front corner of the cart, play-steering it as if she were in control.
Ace was texting her while she shopped. He was wondering if she would make their appointment. Leila texted back with some annoyance. Not at him but at her children. She had unsuccessfully tried to drop them off with her mother so she could see Ace.
It was a Saturday and Joel was at work and Leila had planned to be with Ace through the middle of the day, maybe longer, but her plans for a babysitter had fallen through. Her best friend had turned her down, the one she had confessed to about the affair.
Another girlfriend she used as a backup also said no, and her mother wouldn’t go for it either. They were all getting tired of Leila trying to recruit them for these favors and Leila’s mother was starting to question Leila and lecture her about her poor sense of responsibility.
Ace was also getting upset. In his own mind, he had been working on this “bitch” for nearly a year. He had made a lot of progress in dragging her back into her old lifestyle, what Leila still called her “slut phase.”
As she explained the problem, Ace came up with a solution. He had a niece he could pay to watch them. Leila rejected the idea. She didn’t want to have to explain to Joel, in the event one of his children should blurt out they were taken care of by some “new girl.”
They were at an impasse. Leila wouldn’t budge. Ace stopped texting and called her directly.
“Are you with me or not?” he demanded.
“What’s that supposed to mean, am I with you?” she answered.
“I been accommodating your domestic situation plenty. Plenty! But this is some bullshit, you always making excuses. I taking care of your needs and you gotta come through now. Now ditch those kids somewhere or forget you!”
“Ace, please, don’t be like that with me. I’m doing what I can!”
“Forget you! And don’t be expecting me to be looking for you. You gotta decide bitch, what you’re about, ‘cuz you’re not about coming through for me.”
“Ace, honey, don’t talk like that. I’ll work something out!”
“Work what out? They ain’t nothing to work out. You need a sitter, I got you a sitter. My niece ain’t good enough, then I’m not good enough! Forget you!”
He hung up on her and Leila’s anxiety level shot through the roof. She called him back, he wouldn’t pick up. She fumed. She cussed at her kids, these weights keeping her from freedom, from her “Big Daddy.”
She didn’t have the good sense to question her priorities, she just saw the potential hazard of the niece, this new element, that was keeping her from being with Ace, “because my stupid mom won’t be a good grandmother and watch you brats!” she yelled out to them.
She groaned and weighed the risk and against her better judgment she texted Ace back. She would leave her kids with his niece.
Less than an hour later, Leila had the groceries in the fridge and made her way to the sitter’s house. She found the girl was a 17-year-old brunette, a high school junior who seemed nice enough. She was dressed decently and house was well kept. The environment, what Leila could see of it, seemed safe enough and the girl was very cheerful.
Leila drove off, alone at last and free, she went to meet Ace at a bar. They spent the next 90 minutes playing pool, drinking, dancing to a digital jukebox. And as before, a few of Ace’s friends were there.
When a fourth friend arrived, they all left. Leila knew she was going to get gangbanged and she was looking forward to it. Yes, this is how far she had fallen.
She would drink, smoke, get stoned, let the men fondle her at the bar. She was insanely horny and free to act on it.
When they got to the apartment of one of the men in the group, Leila marveled at the size of the place. It had a spacious living room and den, a modern kitchen and three bedrooms.
She laughed easily as the men fondled her body where she stood, fondled her from head to pussy. She loved the attention. She LOVED the attention. She felt like a star.
Her senses translated an overwhelming onslaught of sensations. She was near sensory overload. If her senses could speak, they would say: “All these hands touching me! Oh, there and there! Mmm! An erection is throbbing against my left hip. Look. My wrist got grabbed, Ooo! Someone put my hand on his bare cock! Oh! Uhh, my tits! I like that twisty motion! Ooo, yes! This one grabbed my chin, he wants a kiss, yes, mmm, tongue, twirl, twirl! My shorts are coming down! Oh, my thong is coming down! Step out of them, there, that’s better. Ahh, someone kicked my right ankle! Yes, widen my stance, okay. Ooo! Oh, oh, my pussy’s getting fingered hard! Nnn! That’s three fingers. Ouch, he needs a manicure. So rough! Uhh-huh! Mmm, now he’s blowing on my pussy, is that the same guy? Oh, the hands, the hands! They’re everywhere! I fucking love this!”
But all the men heard were moans and “ooos” and “ahs” from a curvy MILF that clearly enjoyed what was going down.