Rodger was sitting in his small two-bedroom trailer that he had been renting ever since his return from Alaska. Though it took a lot more maintenance than he was used to in order to keep it going, he was grateful: “shelter is shelter” he sighed to himself.
He had been divorced for almost a year now, and in all this time he had not gone on a single date or even entertained another woman. The last time he had sex was with his wife, the day after he began to live the dream that would become a nightmare.
Another tear dripped down from his cheek, yet he ignored it. He had ignored them all for a very long time because the idea of sitting around and wallowing in self-pity was not something he could fathom. This didn’t necessarily mean he was starting to get over it, it meant something far more insidious: as he had never come to terms with what had happened in Alaska.
He blamed himself and pondered if this was some sort of karma that he was being served. Could it be the fact he was saving his money behind his wife’s back that was the reason for all of this? In his mind, he could see that as being too selfish, and the reason karma reared its ugly head and struck him down. All that saving, and now he had nothing.
“Another day with nothing to do”, thought Rodger, as he got up from the sofa to make a bite to eat after failing three times before. What stopped him from fixing himself something to eat wasn’t due to a lack of appetite, it was because he didn’t want to clean up after himself. It didn’t seem like it would be worth the trouble. Nothing he did for himself seemed worth the trouble, that was the problem.
In the divorce, the home was sold. They split the check clean down the middle. Yet Rodger still hadn’t cashed his – It was hidden in a safe under his bed, neatly cut into the floor of the trailer house.
Rodger pulled a beer out of the refrigerator and popped the top off as he heard a car pull up to his mobile home. He sat in one of the only two chairs that were in the trailer, anticipating the knock.
He knew who it was before they had a chance to. It was both his kids, Jesse and Lorie. Jesse was twenty-one years old now, while Lora was a year younger, at twenty. Both were great kids and were presently working their way through college.
“It’s open!” Rodger called out before they made it to the door. Knowing that the thin walls would allow the kids to hear him easily.
The door swung open, and in unison, Jesse and Lorie called out “hey dad” very demurely, as the state of their father left a lot to be desired.
Rodger sat back in his chair. He had aged probably ten years in the last eighteen months alone. His hair which was at one time strawberry blond was now a gloomy grey. His shaggy beard was the same, with no signs of the red his beard used to be full of.
Rodger had sad eyes now, the kind that were devoid of any hope or even wanting. His body language gave off the signals that he was waiting to die. The trailer smelled of alcohol and dry rot, reflecting the suffocating abyss he had created for himself.
Though Rodger had somehow held down his job, he didn’t look like he had anything to show for it. The trailer only had one chair and a small sofa in the front room. The dining room table consisted of a small round table and one chair with the arm broken off, rendering it almost useless.
Inside the cabinets, his children knew that they would only find ramen noodles, and maybe a loaf of old bread at best. The last time they were there, they threw away the bread that was there as it was full of mold.
Seeing her father in such a defeated state had torn Lorie’s heart out of her chest. She had never quite felt such visceral pain. She didn’t want to sit on the sofa across from him, so, she sat on his lap instead before giving him a quick peck and holding him lovingly for what seemed a long time for Rodger.
She had shed many tears over the last year, holding her defeated father in her arms like she was his parent. She loved him like all little girls love their fathers, and even though she was grown up now and going to college, their relationship was still going strong as ever. Before the trip to Alaska, people had often commented on how wonderful it was to see them together. Their relationship could make many a father and daughter jealous.
She finally jumped up and pulled her dad to his feet. Rodger then shook Jesse’s hand and gave him a nice fatherly hug.
In the course of all this, Rodger hadn’t managed to smile even once. Only if you knew him well enough and were watching him closely enough, could you see the emotions he let slip when he embraced his daughter.
They got comfortable in the room before Rodger spoke.
“The rules still apply!” he demanded.
“No Dad, they don’t!!”
Lorie rose to employ her will over her strong father’s. Rodger didn’t know what to do. Lorie had never defied him. She had always honored him in every way, even when he was wrong and knew it. She would never stand up to him like she had just done unless she felt she had good reason.
“Lorie!”
“Dad, sit your ass down and just shut up. You look like shit. You’re miserable and so is mom. Now shut up and get the cotton out your ears and stuff it in your mouth. Now if you can’t do it, Jesse will!”
There were two facts at work here; first, Jesse could easily do it. He stood at six feet, two inches, weighed 250 lbs – and was on the football squad in college. Rodger had lost twenty-five pounds and looked sickly.
Jesse laughed, before blurting out “I won’t hurt you, Dad. I never will. But we ain’t been talking about this for too long now. We is gonna talk, and we is gonna do it NOW.”
“Son, please. What happened in Alaska is really not something you wish to hear. You need to stay out of it. Neither one of us will stop loving you”, exclaimed Rodger, as if he were talking to a two-year-old.
“We know already what happened. Mom had an affair and got pregnant. The only thing is…”
Rodger jumped to his feet and shouted out “GOT PREGNANT?”
“Yeah, Dad. Maybe you ought to talk to her once in a while. Then you will find things out, like the fact that you have another daughter.”
Rodger was ready to scream until his skin burned off from his blood boiling. But he held his temper back, and wondered which one of the five men had knocked her up. He knew they all went bareback and not a single one of them used a condom. He wasn’t afraid of STDs, but by God, pregnancy was never on his radar.
“Well, I am sure she will find out which one of them got her pregnant and will sue him for child support. He certainly deserves it.”
“Which one?” jumped Lorie. “What the fuck? Dad no, don’t you dare say that about mom.”
After a few moments, Rodger thought about what to say. “I told you both. You do not want to know what happened in Alaska.”
He got up, walked towards a drawer and then opened it, pulling out a zip-lock bag. He went back to sit in his chair. Then he pulled out several locks of hair from his head and put it into the bag.
Handing it to his daughter, he said, “here you go Lorie, now you can find out for yourself.”
Both the kids changed the topic and started to encourage Rodger to go out with them for dinner.
It took a lot of pestering before he finally relented. He took the first shower he had taken in over a week and put on his cleanest shirt and pants to go out in.
Chapter two:
Dinner:
Rodger got seated in a soft chair at the seafood restaurant that Jesse and Lorie had brought him to. He noticed but didn’t say anything about the two extra seats in front of him. There was nothing but emptiness in his mind as he sat and tried to engage in conversation with his kids. Somehow, nothing important seemed to be spoken.
Jesse ordered for him, starting with some alligator balls. They consisted of deep-fried alligator meat with a spicy breading. He dipped them into some ranch dressing before he ate them.
Having some food in his stomach for the first time in days seemed to cheer his mood up a bit. Lorie was quick to take advantage of the mood change and tried to approach the topic that was sticking in her craw for a year now.
“I bet you miss your workshop with all your tools,” Lorie started.
“Yeah, but I haven’t started too many projects in the last year. So far, I’ve sort of been enjoying just laying around and taking it easy.”
Jesse scoffed, “my father laying around taking it slow. Give me a break… and saying you’re enjoying it, dad really?”
He continued, “My father wouldn’t ever be happy unless he was rebuilding, fixing, renovating or even just building something.”
Lori asked, “So why don’t you start by fixing the gutters on your mobile home?”
“They don’t use gutters on a mobile home, Lorie. Not without special ordering them. They use a drip edge.” Rodger answered, completely unaware that the kids were opening him up just as they had planned.
“I need to replace the T1-11 with some hardy sheets. They don’t rot as badly down here in the south like T1-11 and other sorts of siding. It’s good stuff and I have already picked up all the sheets I need along with the trim boards. Just need to get the nerve up to go…”
He wanted to say “home” but the house was sold. Rodger hadn’t so much as gone into the home to pick up all his clothes. He stayed completely out of the way of everything in the house, leaving Jesse and a moving crew to load everything in a truck and tote it off to a storage shed. It had stayed there untouched for almost a year.
Rodger would never admit it, not even to himself, but he was frightened to go into the storage shed because he may find something that would remind him of happier times in his past life.
As he thought about what was in the shed, he felt someone pull out one of the empty chairs on the table. It was his sister Karen sitting down next to him. He smiled lovingly as he reached for the hug that she always seemed to have ready for him.
They all began speaking pleasantly to one another when the waitress approached and took their drinks order.
Rodger went straight for the hard stuff. No one said a word as he ordered a whisky and coke while everyone else ordered sweet tea, knowing that he was still in a lot of pain.
All three of them saw how seeing his sister seemed to brighten up his mood a bit too, but nothing brightened his mood up more than when the waitress set two dozen oysters on the half shell right in front of him. They were all for him.
He wasted no time tucking into the fresh oysters but kept up with the polite conversation. As he squeezed lemon juice and a few drops of hot sauce over the oysters, he noted that both Jesse and Lorie began to start getting nervous. Every time he went to ask about it, Karen would interrupt him and change the subject.
He had just finished the last oyster in the second dozen when the person sat down in the seat across from Karen.
Rodger looked up in disbelief at who had just sat down. It was his ex-wife. He didn’t know what to do. He felt like just getting up and walking out of the restaurant, but then the feeling of pure defeat overwhelmed him.
“It’s been over a year, Dad. It is time for you two to start communicating.”
“This was a bad idea, Lorie,” Rodger spoke back with a soft tone. “Your mom doesn’t want me anymore. She is happy now.”
~~~
Amanda lowered her head and blushed. She wanted to reach over and jump into Rodger’s lap then try to comfort him like she had done for all the years before. But then she remembered, that when he needed comfort the most, she wasn’t there for him. Even worse, she was with other men. She had put her loving husband in unspeakable and unimaginable pain. It was a betrayal that knew no bounds.
Life didn’t suddenly get wonderful after she was served with the divorce petition. She had packed all her clothes and things then moved in with Kathy for a while. The affair that they had started the first day, had lost all its magic. Kathy would have other men come by the apartment, but Amanda soon learned that they were off-limits. Kathy became very jealous of her, believing that Amanda was trying to take her men away, so she knew she would have to move out.
Amanda didn’t have a lot of places to go at that point. She moved into an apartment that she really couldn’t afford and spent the last of her ill-gotten gains to do so, but soon, the next month’s rent was due and she couldn’t find a good job.
That is when she tried her newest profession.
She advertised on the web and found a lot of needy men online. She also found a lot of competition. Most of the women who worked in or around New Orleans were in their mid-twenties. Amanda was in her forties. Most were under 110 lbs, while Amanda was over 150 lbs.
When she finally found a client, she showed up to the hotel room he was in, and when she walked into the room, she just knew he was a cop. She managed to get away fast enough, telling him that she had the wrong room, but she never tried it again.
Soon, she lost her apartment, moved into a junk heap of a trailer, and got a job waiting tables. This was around the same time she found out that she was pregnant.
She got the check from the sale of the home soon after she found out. She had no insurance with her job and needed to use the funds to pay for the OBGYN checkups, vitamins, and everything else you’d expect a pregnant woman to need.
By this point, Amanda was broken, emotionally and financially, and with a newborn to look after. She was forced to work so that she could eat. Fortunately, the WIC program took care of the baby’s formula. But she could only afford cloth diapers, and only one package of them.
She knew what a great father Rodger had always been and wondered if he could continue to be there for her new daughter.
All the things she had planned to say in the car just seemed to escape her.
“Hi Rodger,” she said, as nothing else came out.
Rodger nodded in acknowledgment but said nothing. The two fleeting thoughts that flashed through his brain was, how he couldn’t protect her and how she stopped talking to him altogether, betraying him further.
The year was good for him though. Almost all of the anger had passed, as well as most of the pain. Now, he was just a lonely old man that didn’t seem to be worth much anymore.
“Where’s Regina?” Lorie asked.
Amanda spoke up, yet with her eyes still on Rodger. “I left her with a sitter, didn’t think this would be a good time for her.”
“You’re probably right mom, but I was still hoping to see her.” Lorie smiled softly, with just a hint of disappointment.
Rodger kept quiet but felt he should say something to put everyone at ease.
“I heard you had another little girl…”
The kind way Rodger had said it, made Amanda’s eyes mist up as she choked out.
“Uh, yea… her name is Regina.”
She wanted to say that it was the closest thing she could come up with to Rodger’s name, but she chose to leave out that little gem.
The waitress was back and picked up the oyster pans, before placing all the entrees. Rodger smiled again as the waitress placed another two dozen charbroiled oysters in front of him.
“I’m going to have Jesse order for me more often,” Rodger announced, trying to soften the mood and give thanks to his son for knowing him so well.
The rest of the meal was pleasant. Rodger kept sneaking glances at Amanda. He would give her a shy smile each time she caught him, which was quite often as Amanda couldn’t do anything but stare at her ex-husband, ignoring the other people at the table, and even her meal.
About halfway through the meal, Amanda reached over with her fork and stole one of Rodger’s oysters. She had put it in her mouth and began to chew. She smiled inwardly as she noted Rodger looking at her with a look that she so desperately missed. It was a smile of I caught you and I will make you pay she had always loved. It brought back hard yet very pleasant memories of the life they had shared before their trip to Alaska.
She felt a tear start to roll down her cheeks. She thought about wiping it away, trying to hide her emotions from her man, but she decided to let it go as well as any others that came through.
The tears worked on Rodger, as his heart started to open back up to the woman that had won it so many years ago. He could feel himself begin to forgive her misconduct. Even more, he wanted to take her in his arms and beg her for forgiveness.
The ploy the kids had come up with to get their parents talking again was working, as Rodger felt his heart start to grow again, and his soul come back into his lifeless body.
“Do you know who the father is yet?” Rodger blurted out.
He didn’t mean to come across so brash, his big mouth was his biggest downfall.
Everyone felt the gut punch that Rodger placed right square in the most painful place he could have. The inhalation of breaths from the entire table could be heard throughout the entire restaurant. Around the table, everyone’s hearts were beating through their ears.
Amanda knew she deserved it, every syllable of it and more. She took the punch with grace. Then she looked back up and into Rodger’s eyes. She thought about throwing her own counter-strike, but she didn’t want to cause him any more harm than she already had. He was still the only man she had ever loved. She lowered her voice in as much of a soft kind tone as she could manage.
“If you want, we can go outside, and you can pound me some more… I won’t fight back.”
Rodger felt her pain. After all, he knew her intimately for over twenty years. So, in a voice that matched hers he said, “no, I shouldn’t have asked.”
Tension evaporated around the table, and the conversations began to start again.
Amanda wanted so much to talk like she once did with him, but the thing she missed the most was how she would sit on his lap or up against him while he embraced her. Sometimes they would talk, sometimes they would just watch television, and sometimes they would listen to music, or just watch the kids grow up.
Rodger took a very hands-on approach with the children and spent a lot of time with them no matter how bad his day was. Amanda wondered if they had ever seen their father angry, or sad before they returned from Alaska. She then took another opportunity to reach across the table to spear another of Rodger’s oysters. She didn’t do it because she was hungry for one, she did it to get his attention, to let him know that she forgave him for the verbal punch in the gut.
No one wanted dessert, they were all full of the fine meal. The waitress brought the check, Jesse grabbed it before anyone else could and pulled his wallet out.
The entire family walked out together, Amanda right next to Rodger, hoping he would reach for her hand as he had for all of the twenty-plus years they were together. She could see it flinch and believed that was because he caught himself from reaching out to her. But then, his hand opened and she fell back behind him a few inches.
This was the sign that Amanda knew all too well. She knew he was looking for her hand. Amanda’s throat closed and more tears started to drip from her eyes as she took it, latching onto it like it was the only thing in the world that could keep her from floating away.
As the rest of the family went off to their respective vehicles, Rodger led Amanda to her car and opened her door for her.
Amanda stood between the door and the seat and turned to look at her ex-husband. With a small smile, she said “it was great to see you again Rodger.” It was all she could come up with, knowing there was so much more to speak of, she just didn’t know where to begin. Then she realized that they already had. Her heart beat an extra thump, as she realized, after all this time, the healing had finally begun. She didn’t know if she could repair her marriage or not, but right then in that moment, she had a small glimmer of hope that something could come of the meal she had just shared with her family.
She didn’t slide into the car, instead she continued to gaze at her ex-husband. She could feel her heart begin to mend as they looked at each other with a wanting and passion in each of their eyes.
Rodger didn’t know why he reached out for Amanda’s cheek, but he gently stroked it with his thumb.
“I miss you Roj.” She spoke softly, reveling in the feel of his touch, trying to convey how sorry she was.
“Yea, me too.” Roger shared but looked down to the gravel parking lot. “It is good to see you. Sure was a surprise when you showed up.”
“Yea, thank you…” she softly answered.
“By the way, Regina looks just like…” she stopped. Thinking that it would be far too much for him to take, if she told him that Regina looked just like Rodger, it may push him away, and more than anything else in the world she didn’t want that to happen.
Rodger’s eyes flashed but for only a moment with hope, before they started to flair with anger, which quickly faded as well.
“Look, I don’t want to hurt you about it. However, I am concerned whether or not you are receiving the child support that is due? I know that you sure need it right now.”
Amanda fiddled her thumbs for a short moment, trying to find the words to answer his question.
“I think I know who the father is Roj, but I don’t want to force him to pay me child support. I think I…” she wanted to say she had hurt him enough already, but she didn’t want to reveal the truth to Rodger. She believed it with all her heart, as Rodger was the only blond-haired blue-eyed man, she had had sex with ever. Her daughter Regina had very blond hair and blue eyes, just like Jesse, Lori, and Rodger.
If she went after him for child support, it would be like rubbing salt into an open wound.
“Have you done any DNA testing of the men?” Rodger asked.
“You know you would have to take a test too, what if it is yours, Roj?”
He took a deep cleansing breath trying to clear his thoughts. He shuddered out some incoherent noises, but nothing that made sense, before he managed an unfelt chuckle.
“We both know that I couldn’t possibly be.”
“Yea, you could Roj, do you want to find out for certain?”
At first, Rodger wanted to balk or slap her. But after a moment or three, he smiled a smile that reached his eyes and nodded his head.
“Why not?”
Amanda watched all the emotions build and then leave her ex-husband’s eyes. But when he said yes, she wanted to jump for joy. She held up a finger and then turned to grab her purse out of her car. She pulled out a box.
“I have a DNA test kit here. Just fill out the form and follow the instructions. They need a cheek swab. Send it off and as soon as I get the results, I will inform you.”
He took the kit, but before she could get in and drive off, he placed his hand around her neck and grazed her cheek with the palm of his hand.
She firmly leaned into his hand with her head and closed her eyes gently trying to capture the feel of him for a moment longer. But he turned her and then brought his lips to hers.
He crushed his mouth against hers with a kind passion that he had missed for far longer than the time they had been apart.
Amanda hadn’t been kissed like this since she was a newlywed. Reaching up, she encircled her hands around his neck and hold him to her, just as he was holding her to him.
Amanda felt his tongue enter her mouth, and without even the slightest resistance, she let him explore. She knew she was putty in his hands right then, vulnerable and helpless, completely unable to resist him. At that moment, if he had asked, she would have dropped to her knees and let him fuck her doggy style on the gravel parking lot.
She was just about to make the offer when he spoke.
“If you follow me home, I am going to fuck you. If you don’t, I will never try again.”
Amanda swallowed and spoke, “Drive slowly, I don’t know where you live.”
“What about Regina?”
“She is fine. I told them I may be late.”
Rodger let her go and started to walk to his pickup truck.
Amanda thought only for a quick moment whether to get in or not. She slung her purse over her shoulder and ran after Rodger. When she caught him, she grabbed his shoulder and slung him around.
“I can’t wait till we get to your place. I need you now!”
Amanda ran around the pickup and got in, then immediately slid over to sit right next to Rodger as he got in behind the wheel. She grabbed his neck and turned his head so she could claim his mouth.
That wasn’t enough though. She got ahold of his shirt and pulled hard, ripping the buttons off of it. She heard the flying buttons striking the front window glass as she continued to disrobe him right in the cramped pickup.
Rodger believed he was just as wanting as she was. He reached up to take the straps of her dress down off her shoulders, but her large breasts were making it difficult.
A moment of frustration turned into shredded bits of material. No one would ever know which ones were once a dress and which were a sports bra. With just pieces of her dress still lightly draped over her body, Rodger reached between her legs and ripped her red silk panties off her.
Amanda sat next to Rodger, vertically and nude. Red marks had wrecked her body from the forceful disrobing she had endured, but she would never file a complaint, or even raise her voice in protest.
Rodger slid over as close to the passenger seat as he could get. He then forcefully picked up Amanda, twisted her, and plopped her on his lap facing her towards the windshield with her breasts blatantly displayed for anyone walking by to see.
He put his hand under Amanda’s ass and directed his cock upward towards her cunt.
The second she felt his cock at her very wet and willing pussy, she let herself fall down on him, impaling herself with all nine inches of his beautiful manhood.
With the exception of Mr. Calloway, the lodge owner, no one could match Rodger’s length, and she missed it pushing up against her cervix. She moaned in pleasurable ecstasy, as she took Rodger as deep as she could in the very cramped pick-up truck.
Rodger reached around and put his hands over her nipples, feeling her breasts up as she bounced up and down on him. He could see a few men that had stopped loading their boat in the trailer in favor of watching the Rodger and Amanda sex show.
Rodger really didn’t care whether or not they watched, just as long as they didn’t touch. In fact, it kind of turned him on.
After over a year of no sex, Rodger couldn’t wait. His cock blasted streams of semen into her womb. The head of his cock was pressed right against the opening of her cervix, spewing rope after rope of very fertile seed into her very fertile womb.
Both Amanda and Rodger convulsed in pleasurable spasms as they rode through their shared climax, Amanda calling out Rodger’s name as she came, while Rodger calling out in anguish from just missing her.
As soon as their bodies began to move at their commands again, Rodger pulled Amanda off his lap and sat her beside him, next to the passenger door.
After a long time catching her breath, Amanda spoke.
“That is a start. If you want, I can still follow you home and you can reclaim me some more.” She said breathing heavily.
“Do you need your car tonight or tomorrow morning?”
“No… I am off work for three days. Don’t have to get back until… Tuesday.” She answered breathlessly.
Rodger wasted no time and started the pickup truck. He pulled out of the gravel lot and gunned it, spraying gravel at the men who stood there watching the show.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Ask yourself if you would be happier with or without this person in your life, and act accordingly.” DG Hear!
It had been just over a week since the dinner. After Amanda had gotten off work, she picked up Regina and went back home. She could see the large gray and black pickup truck that she knew belonged to her ex-husband. Her breath got caught in her throat as she gasped, and she watched her husband using a level and some sort of wrench to level her trailer.
She had forgotten how much she loved to watch him work. He had a nice body, tall blond and handsome for sure.
After he leveled her trailer, he picked up his tools.
He was walking his tools to his pickup truck when he noticed Amanda sitting in her car with the engine running.
He tried not to show any emotions as he put the tools back in the toolbox, and then relocked it.
Knowing Regina was asleep in her car seat, Amanda got out of the car and walked to her ex.
“Thank you.” Was all she managed to get out through all her emotions.
“Yea, I don’t like sleeping with my bed unleveled. It looks a lot better now as well.” He spoke.
“Much.” She answered, but just continued to look up at her ex.
Rodger was awestruck with her beautiful hazel eyes and her lips he had loved to kiss, but mostly her smile, he had missed that the most.
They say that time heals all wounds, and right about then, Rodger wasn’t thinking about the trip to Alaska. It was like he had forgotten it entirely. He was wanting to take Amanda into the trailer and fuck her before Regina woke up.
“What do I owe you?” she asked.
He flinched at the question, yet only for a short moment before he answered.
“$200.00, or.”
Amanda’s eyes rounded, because she didn’t have that sort of money.
“Or?” she asked hesitantly.
Rodger took a deep cleansing breath before he was able to say, “have dinner with me tonight.”
Amanda wanted to jump into his arms right then and tell him “yes, a thousand times yes.” But she couldn’t. She had just gotten off work and was too tired to jump, also she really wanted to trade his bill for her services again.
“I have Regina and can’t afford a sitter.”
“Bring her with,” Rodger said, with a flat no-nonsense tone of voice.
“Ok,” she whispered out. “Just let me get showered and changed.”
“Uh!” Rodger grunted “You can’t use the shower right now…” he hesitated. “I sort of broke one of your pipes under the trailer while I was leveling it.”
Amanda muttered “Oh shit. I can’t go out like this.”
“I will be back tomorrow to fix it.” He said, hoping she wasn’t pissed, then he continued, “Tell you what. Grab what you want to wear and you can shower at my place before we go out.”
Amanda only took a moment to think about it, before she quickly turned and went into the house. In her excitement, she had almost forgotten Regina. But she knew she would be alright for a quick trip to get her things from her mobile home.
Rodger watched her run into her trailer. He turned back to the car, where in the backseat he found the baby in her car seat.
He walked to the door and opened it. He then looked down to see the beautiful little Regina for the first time. She was sleeping soundly in the seat as Rodger looked on in wonder and Joy. He then started to unbuckle her from her seat and pull her out. He brought her to him and said.
“My god, you look exactly like your big sister did at your age.”
After Amanda grabbed her favorite dress and pumps, she quickly grabbed some stockings and clean underwear.
She was in an even bigger hurry to get back to Rodger then. The second she stepped out the door, she saw her husband holding her newest daughter in his large strong hands. Her heart melted with love, which was the exact moment that she realized that she had to get him back, no matter what it may take and no matter how impossible it seemed.
She saw the look he had on his face, so full of love and compassion. She felt tears start to form in her eyes and knew right then and there that she was happy for the first time in recent history.
It took her a while before she pulled herself back together enough to walk back to Rodger and say, “She needs to be in her car seat to come with us.”
“Yea, I know that.” He breathed out. Then he very carefully tucked her under one of his arms and began to fondle with the car seat, unhooking it.
Amanda didn’t want to take her daughter from him as she saw such love in him as he held her. So, instead she said. “I’ll get the car seat for her.” Believing that Rodger wanted to use his pickup truck instead of her car for their date.
It didn’t take all that long for them to be in the pickup truck and heading back to Rodger’s house.
Once there, Rodger unhooked the car seat. He used it to carry the sleeping Regina into his house.
Amanda tried not to show any emotions as she prepared for her shower in her ex-husband’s home.
He showed her to the master bathroom with some semi-clean dry towels.
She thanked him and began to undress as he left the bathroom.
Rodger went back to Regina and began to whisper to her, telling her kind things about her mother, things that he had forgotten over the time he spent back from Alaska. But then, his attention began to refocus on the naked woman that was just a few feet away in his shower. He stood up with Regina in his arms and softly walked to the bathroom door that wasn’t shut completely.
Feeling a little pervy, he pushed the door open just a bit, so he could see her silhouette through the opaque glass.
She was humming to herself, as she bathed and moved about the shower. He watched her wash her hair and then, he could tell she was washing her body. What broke the trance was the coughing and wiggling of the infant in his arms, as she wanted his attention for herself.
Rodger broke away from watching his wife. He sat in the only chair that was in the room and began to talk to Amanda’s daughter, softly entertaining her.
Amanda came out of the shower and dried herself off. She got dressed in her clean clothes and walked out of the bathroom. One look at Rodger, and her heart melted again.
Rodger was holding Regina up in a standing position on his lap, telling her “you’re a strong little girl, aren’t you?” before he noticed Amanda standing at the door. Then he said something that never occurred to Amanda before that very moment.
“And you look just like your big sister. It is uncanny how much you look like Lorie did at your age.”
Amanda tried, but ultimately failed to hold back her emotions, as she watched her husband bond with her daughter. How she wished he was there for her birth and all the time between then and now.
Rodger felt eyes on him and looked up to see Amanda standing in front of the bathroom door. She was wearing a beautiful dress that he had never seen on her before. He didn’t know how long she had been watching him interact with her little girl.
“She’s a good happy baby, Amanda.”
“Yes, I know, she loves to smile all the time. But…” she paused. “…I never noted the similarities between her and Lorie until you just pointed it out to her.”
“She has the same cheekbones and eyes; she also has her ears,” Rodger replied.
“I can see that now.” Amanda smiled.
“Anyway, are you ready?”
She answered him with another smile. Then she walked towards the door.
Rodger got up and carefully put Regina back into her car seat. With barely a fuss, he picked her up and took her to his pickup truck.
“Anything special you wish to eat today?” he asked politely.
“No,” she said, reminiscing how nice it was to be this close to her husband again.
Regina was in the back seat, so Amanda decided to press her luck. She unbuckled her belt and slid over to the center of the bench seat. She latched the center belt around her and leaned on Rodger’s arm for the first time since the flight back to New Orleans.
Amanda was happily surprised that Rodger didn’t push her away as she leaned on him, reminiscing how great it was to touch her husband again.
Soon enough, they were at a respected Cajun family restaurant. They all got out and Rodger unhooked the car seat to carry Regina into the restaurant.
They were shown to a very nice table and ordered a white wine for Amanda, and a beer on tap for Rodger.
After they ordered, the conversation began to flourish. Suddenly, it was like no time had passed at all and they were husband and wife again. They talked about Regina, Lorie, and Jesse. They talked about Rodger’s work and Amanda shared how she was a waitress making her own money now.
With relative ease, Rodger rebutted her saying “I thought you would be trying your newest occupation?”
Amanda didn’t take time to become offended as she told him what had happened when she had tried it.
Rodger laughed about it, she scoffed for only a moment, then followed Rodger’s laughter.
They made their way through the main course as Regina gagged and gooed. Rodger picked her up and gave the waitress a bottle to be heated. Then Amanda took her to the restroom and changed her diaper while the bottle was being heated.
Rodger fed her for the first time. It was at that moment that he knew that he had been miserable without Amanda in his life. He would have to forgive her, and he had already taken long steps to do just that. Yet he knew that she had to forgive him too, as he wasn’t able to protect her.
Amanda purposely left her clothes in Rodger’s bathroom. This way she would have an excuse to come back home with him to pick them and her car up.
Dinner was the most pleasant experience they had each had in a long time, they even stayed for dessert before going home.
The three of them walked into Rodger’s home and Rodger put Regina in a bed of her own, placing several pregnancy pillows around her so she couldn’t possibly roll off.
He then waited on the sofa for his ex-wife to come out of the bathroom. He talked her into sleeping in his trailer that night, it was preferable as he had broken a drainpipe and they essentially had no water until he had time to fix it.
He didn’t expect to see what Amanda was wearing when she came out of the bathroom – nothing but pink panties and a smile.
Rodger expected Amanda to come to him and sit next to him on the sofa, but she sat in the chair instead.
She looked at him with more intensity than she had ever known.
“Rodger…” she said and swallowed. “I have never stopped loving you. But I certainly understand why you stopped loving me.”
Rodger furrowed his brow, wondering how she could possibly think this.
“After the first time you paid me to have sex with you, I had never felt more wanted or sexy in my life. It was a monkey that I just couldn’t shake. Sort of like a drug addict, I suspect.”
Rodger was torn. Half of him wanted to know where this was going, and the other half wanted to just take her to bed and fuck her. After they were done, they could decide if they wanted more or not. Simple, Rodger thought. But he kept listening.
“The first day, after you left with Brandon to hunt for moose, I walked downstairs to start a conversation…” she took a breath. “I was going to ask about the legalized prostitution, from there I wanted to see if they wanted to buy a piece of ass off me.”
Rodger never knew this, and he really didn’t know if he wanted to, either. He did note that Amanda’s eyes had turned very red, and she was struggling to continue.
“I knew I was going to cheat on you that day, though I didn’t expect to be blackmailed into it. So…” she paused again. “If you’re feeling guilty about anything, please don’t. I had fully expected to cheat on you in that moment.”
Rodger was confused about her intention to become a slut.
“Why?” he asked, exasperated.
“Like I said Roj, after I sold you a fuck, I wanted to do it again. It became an obsession. I couldn’t stop myself.” Her tears started again, but she persisted through her sobs.
“I loved you so much, but I wanted so badly to fuck anyone who wanted me, and to this day, I have no idea why I did it, beyond what I had just shared with you.”
Rodger picked up a Kleenex box and brought it to her, offering her one he had pulled out then set the box beside her. He then sat back in his chair.
After blowing her nose and drying her eyes, she continued.
“I know I did a lot of things I shouldn’t have ever done Roj. Cheating at all should have been the first. But I hurt you terribly. Something a person in love should have never done. I was acting so selfish, that when I came home, I had intended to continue. Well, that was until you served me with the divorce petition. God did that wake me up.” She wiped the corners of her eyes with the tissue.
“I tried to fight the divorce, I had gotten a lawyer and was told that in Louisiana, you can’t contest a divorce. You can contest the terms but not the divorce itself. He told me that ninety days after I was served, I would no longer be married to you. And there was NOTHING I could do to stop it.”
Tears dripped from her eyes. “I asked about contesting the terms, but he said, ‘NO judge would fight with me seeing how generous you had been with the house, savings and all.’”
I was afraid I would never see you again. That was my biggest fear. I wanted to tell you how they had threatened to leave you out with the bears, or overnight to freeze.” She sighed. “But that isn’t the whole truth. It was just some of my rationalization.” She shook her head.
“In the absolute truth of it. I very much enjoyed them wanting me and fucking me. All of them.” She finally looked back into Rodger’s eyes. “I was so wound up in the dirty, slutty, lustful sex, that I had ignored the man who I love more than everything else combined…you.”
Rodger’s eyes were stunned in a paralyzed way.
“The men were taking such good care of me, that the only time I really paid attention to you was when that bastard Brandon made me fuck him while I was laying with you in our hotel bed, or on your lap. He was a sick bastard!” she spat out.
“I can’t tell you how much I missed you.”
Rodger’s heart and stomach were sinking so fast he thought they would come out of the other end.
“Well, have you got the monkey off you yet?” he asked, with no air in his chest.
“Yes, all the way. I haven’t had sex with anyone since shortly after we came home.”
All this talk was making Rodger sick with lust, it was almost like a defense mechanism against his feelings.
“You wanna sell me a piece of your ass now?” Rodger almost demanded, still angry at the sordid details.
“No, if you want one you can have it. But I am done with that. In fact, you can fuck me any way you wish. I owe you more than that,” she said carefully, watching her husband’s reaction.
Rodger reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. He tossed it to her.
She looked confused as she picked it up and held it in her hand.
“I got it out of your mailbox the other day. Thought we could find out together.”
Amanda looked at the return address, it read ‘DNA Diagnostics’. Her eyes widened as she took the somewhat wrinkled envelope and opened it. She read what it said, then she began to hyperventilate, breathing in and out so fast, Rodger worried she would pass out.
Rodger smiled in anticipation of her reaction, and Amanda started jumping up and down like a giddy little girl.
“She’s yours, she’s yours, she’s yours!!” She screamed out over and over again and then jumped into his lap, kissing him, and holding him tightly.
Rodger took her kisses and soon began to kiss her back. Soon, his hands were on her breasts and they were naked in bed, fucking and sucking. Amanda was allowing him to do anything he wished to her body.
He pounded into her cunt with his cock, he fucked her throat as deep as his long slender cock could get, bouncing his balls off her chin with each stroke. He even found her ‘Not so virgin’ ass a delight as he fucked into her bowels relentlessly.
For the next several years Amanda almost never said ‘no’ to him. It didn’t matter what he wanted, or which hole he wanted either.
Amanda found that Rodger would more than fulfill all her slutty desires. He paid her for sex, sometimes. But she would take him out to a very nice supper after he filled whichever hole of hers he wanted. He even offered to take her to a swinger’s club.
Amanda thought about it for a long time but declined his offer, stating, “I will only fuck another man if you ask me to. Other than that, I am a one-man whore.”
Rodger decided to keep her that way, being a cuckold was just too painful.
Two years after their trip to Alaska, they remarried.
Epilog:
Rodger, Regina, and Amanda moved into a new house that the couple had bought together, using the proceeds Rodger had saved under his bed from the sail of their first home. He had paid over half down on a smaller two-bedroom, but it was more than big enough for the three of them.
It wasn’t until Regina’s fifth birthday that Lorie took Rodger aside, and asked? “Dad, I don’t understand something. Remember when you gave me the hair samples of your DNA, I pulled some hair samples from Regina too. Only when I got the results back, it said that there was ‘NO, matches found’?
Rodger embraced his daughter. Then whispered in her ear, “I know. You see, I had to ask myself, would I be happier with or without Amanda in my life. You know that answer. You’re the one who told me that I was miserable the day we went out for dinner.” He smiled at his daughter. “I just couldn’t let pride or my ego keep me from being happy.” He took a long breath. “I love your mother; she broke my heart for sure. But love is supposed to be unconditional. Or it really isn’t love at all, now, is it?”
Lorie looked unsure, but she was happy that her dad was talking about his happiness.
“I still feel a lot of pain when I think about what happened. But your mom has been a thousand times more loving than she’s ever been. I think it is her way of making amends to me. We also do more things together now; we are going on a cruise next month.”
Rodger smiled at his daughter and held her tightly. “Don’t tell your mom that I faked the results, please. It would only hurt her.”
The end.
Thank you for reading.
LEE