Betrayed Seduction

Jillian

"Oh shit! Fuck yeah, I'm just about there!" He groaned as he pounded away at my pussy with his barely average dick.

"Oh yeah! Cum on my ass! Or would you rather cum on my tits?" I didn't care, as long as this was over soon.

"Fuck...that!" He huffed, "I'm...filling your...cun...OH OH OH! Oh fuuuuuuck!" He bellowed as he spurted his surely minuscule load inside of me. Ugh, gross. I mean, it's no big deal, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

He collapsed back onto my bed as I bolted to the master bathroom. After a quick pee and an attempt to push his cum out of me, I returned to the bed where he laid spread out across its expanse. He was breathing so hard that I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack!

"That's...some grade A...cunt." He managed to utter as he gasped for breath. Charming.

"I bet you...haven't had dick...like that in a...long time!" Was his next 'seductive' remark. Fuck, it's no wonder he's getting a divorce.

He's not terrible to look at, but his attitude sucks! He acts like women were only born to serve him. His dick (yes, dick. It's definitely not worthy of being called a cock) is little, he has no idea how to use it, and surprisingly, he was able to find another woman besides me and his poor, innocent wife, to fuck him.

Luckily I only had to endure a tiny bit of pillow talk before I revealed that I had to go pick up my daughter. That got his obnoxious ass moving. Once he was out the door, I finished up. I entered the master closet and checked the laptop I had hidden in one of the cabinets. I verified that the video was captured correctly and uploaded it to the secure cloud storage. I filed away the backup SD card, and sent a text to the video recipient.

It's done. Video uploaded. I typed

Excellent. I hope you had fun! Was the reply

Fuck you, I thought to myself.

I needed a long, hot shower and I really did have to go pick up my daughter, Candace. Just the thought of her could instantly remedy any sour mood I was in. She was my entire reason for existence. She was the reason that I did these morally reprehensible things. If it wasn't for her...

I arrived at the daycare/school at 4:00pm sharp. I walked into the classroom and there she was. No, not my adorable 4 year old daughter, but the other girl that had been occupying my thoughts for quite some time.

Cassie.

She was my daughter's favorite teacher. No, favorite was putting it mildly. Candace simply adored her. Her full name was Cassie Hodges, she was gorgeous, and the thoughts I had of her were of a very impure nature. Of course, she had no idea of her presence in my world, not that it mattered anyway.

She was a younger woman, 22-23 perhaps, with beautiful dirty blonde hair. It was obvious that she spent some time in the gym. Actually, it was extremely obvious since I had overheard her conversation one day. She wasn't the treadmill/elliptical fitness girl type though. Oh no, she was the curvy, somewhat bulky, solid muscle type. Thicker arms, well developed shoulders, perky tits, and a slimmer waist, but it was her lower body that set my pulse racing. Voluptuous hips, strong, powerful looking thighs, shapely calves, and an ass that was just...perfect. She was incredible.

But none of that mattered at all really. There wasn't a chance in hell that she was even remotely attracted to an older woman such as myself. Even if she did swing that way, I wouldn't dare get her wrapped up in my shit show of a life. She was young, had an equally young stud for a husband, and surely had a bright future ahead of her. Still, I couldn't help but dream.

Cassie

There she was, 4:00 on the dot. Always on time, always in such a cheerful mood, and looking like a fucking model. I hoped to have my shit together that well once I finally finished school.

'She' was Jillian Carruthers. I couldn't tell you much more about her other than she is Candace's mom. Oh, and that she is fucking gorgeous! If I had to guess, I'd say she was 5'10". I'm 5'6" and she is definitely taller than me, but her legs make her seem like she's 7 feet tall. They are so long, elegant and shapely. She must be a runner or do a ton of cardio, but with a chest like hers, I'd be hurting after a run. But all of those physical features pale in comparison to the blazing red mane of hair that cascaded more than halfway down her back. Her little girl had the same hair as well. It was obvious that she got her looks from her mother, although her dad is a total panty drencher. I've oddly only seen him once, but I'll never forget him. I can't believe that two people that gorgeous are divorced.

I've never been one to really check out women before, but I couldn't help but be drawn to Jillian. Sure, I've noticed the fit girls at the gym, and I can definitely see why men are attracted to the female form, but this woman...damn!

Candace and her mom gathered her things and after a great big hug from the little girl, they were gone until the next time.

My trabzon escort workday was about over as well, but that didn't mean it was time to relax. I had a full night of school work ahead of me. I was working towards my master's degree in childhood development and education. It didn't take me long to figure out that trying to work full time and obtain my masters was brutal. It would be worth it though. Don't get me wrong, working at the Early Learning Center was a rewarding job, but I felt like I had more to offer. It was basically a daycare with more of a focus on education and getting kids ready for kindergarten. I had known since I was younger that I wanted to work with and help kids. I wanted to be someone that could lead them in the right direction and someone that they could trust. There were some rather frightening circumstances from my childhood that I never wanted any other child to fall victim to.

I arrived at home to find that my husband, Curtis, wasn't home yet. He must have gotten held up at work. That's fine, I could use the quiet to concentrate.

An hour had passed when Curtis finally made it home.

"Hi. Get stuck at work?" I asked.

"Yeah, just a few things I couldn't put off any longer." He replied.

He walked to the fridge, grabbed a beer, and thumbed through the mail. No "Hi, no kiss, nothing. Maybe he had a rough day.

"Hungry?" I asked, hoping to maybe spark up a conversation.

"Eh, if you are, I can eat." He replied unenthusiastically.

"Ok...want to order pizza? Chinese?" I inquired.

"Whichever." He huffed.

Ok...I guess I'll make the executive decision then. I ordered a pizza from the little pizzeria down the street.

Curtis and I ate mostly in silence. It was becoming the norm in our life. I ate while maintaining focus on my laptop and/or text book and Curtis would watch tv or scroll through stuff on his phone. I really needed to pay more attention to him, but I had so much school work and not enough time. We still made it to the gym together though.

It was around 9:30pm when Curtis said he was going to bed. I told him I had some stuff to finish up, but I'd be there soon. 45 minutes later, I was crawling into bed. He was already fast asleep and I was mentally exhausted. I had just gotten comfortable when I felt a hand sliding over my ass.

"Finally decide to pull yourself away?" He asked sleepily.

"Mmm hmm" was my half hearted reply.

His hand was up on my hip and playing with the waistband of my panties. I grabbed his hand with mine.

"Not tonight. Too tired." I grumbled.

"Fine." he whispered. He sounded so dejected.

Fuck. I should have felt worse about it. We hadn't had sex in months. Well, I gave him a couple handjobs in that time, but that's about it. I honestly didn't miss it as much as I had thought I would. Still, I should have tried harder to be a better wife. He was such an amazing man, and so very patient with me. We'd only been married a couple of years, but most of those two years of our marriage I've spent doing school work. I know I wasn't being fair to him, and I would definitely make it up to him soon...probably.

My alarm was going off entirely way too early. I rolled over to an empty bed. That's weird? I jumped up out of bed and found Curtis in the kitchen. He was already dressed for work and fixing his coffee to go.

"Do you have to go in early?" I asked.

"Yep." Was his simple reply.

"Did you hit the gym without me?" I asked.

"Nope. Not going today." He replied.

"Hey, I'm sorry about last night. I promise I'll make it up to you, ok?" I offered.

"It's...whatever. I know you're busy." Did I sense a bit of snark in his voice?

He grabbed his coffee and was out the door.

It wasn't like him to leave so early and in such a bad mood. I really needed to give him some quality time. I tried to shake the strange feeling that gripped me and I hoped that hitting the iron would help. Unfortunately I had a hell of a time working out with him on my mind. Hopefully work went smoothly today. Maybe I'd get to see Jillian and Candace today?

Jillian

"Mommy, wake up!" Candace sang out as she crawled up onto my bed.

"Oh, little girl! We don't have to be up so early today. Can't we sleep in?" I begged.

"No, sleepyhead! I'm hungry, mommy!" She giggled.

I relented and crawled out of bed to fix my little princess her breakfast. I loved the days when my schedule was clear. Candace and I could spend the day together and do whatever her little heart desired. I knew these days would be much fewer once she turned 5 and started kindergarten, so I wanted to experience as many of them as we could.

Today, her heart desired ice cream and a trip to the zoo. We spent a good portion of the day walking around the zoo. We looked at every animal, insect, and display they had. We perused the gift shop, finally deciding on the cutest stuffed penguin they had. Afterwards, we filled trabzon escort bayan our tummies with ice cream.

Once we made it home, it didn't take Candace long to fall asleep. I decided to curl up with a book and relax for a while. I was just getting into the story when my phone rang. I knew exactly what this call was about by the ringtone.

"Yes". I answered.

"Don't sound so excited." He replied.

"Can we just get on with it." I shot back.

"I'm sending you the file on your next assignment. I think you'll find this one...interesting but challenging." He said. I could envision his wicked grin.

"Ok. How much time do I have?" I replied.

"First appearance is in 2 weeks...If that goes well...I'd say you've got a month."

"A month? Shit. I've been through 3 in that amount of time on several occasions." I said in a cocky tone of voice.

"Don't fuck this up. Do I need to remind you of the consequences?" He sternly spoke.

"No. Of course not." I said. His tone quickly settling my attitude.

"Good. As I said, this one is unique. It's nothing that you haven't tried before, but I believe it's been a few years." He said.

"Yes sir. I'll give it my best." I assured him.

"No, not your best. You WILL do even better. Have fun!" He ended the call.

I went to my computer and logged in to my encrypted email account. I opened the new message and read the details. My heart skipped a beat when I read who my assignment was. Fuck! No! Fuck, fuck. I sat and stared at the name on the screen. There was no fucking way this was happening. What was I going to do?

Cassie

Thankfully my day flew by! I didn't get to see my favorite four year old, or her mom, but that's how her schedule was. It was so random at times and it made me wonder what she did for a living? She was always dressed to kill and drove the newest model of Mercedes every year. I would never be able to live that lifestyle. Shit, I was spending too much of my precious time daydreaming. What I really needed to do was get home and spend time with my husband. I hoped he was in a better mood than when he left this morning.

I arrived home and noticed that Curtis's car was parked in front of our building. If someone stole his assigned parking space, he was probably really pissed. I pulled into the parking deck for our apartment building and both of our spaces were empty.

I opened the door to our apartment and found Curtis sitting on the couch. He was leaned forward looking at the floor, resting his elbows on his knees, with a glass of whiskey in one hand. Shit, did he get fired? Did someone die?

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm sorry but...I just...I..." he shook his head, never looking up at me.

"Curtis? Wha...what's going on?" I was getting more and more concerned by the second.

"There is an envelope on the counter. Open it." He said.

"I walked over to the kitchen counter and saw a brown, legal envelope. My hands were shaking as I opened it. I pulled out the papers and read them.

"What? Curtis? What the fuck is this?! Is this a fucking joke?!" I was absolutely blindsided.

"I want a divorce, Cassie. I'm...I'm not happy." He stated.

"No. No fucking way. Curtis, don't do this! Please! Let's fix this, please?" I begged.

"Cass, things haven't been good for months. We don't communicate, we don't have sex, we don't...we don't do anything!" He declared.

"Curtis...no...no...I love you. Don't...don't leave me." I was pleading with him as tears ran down my cheeks.

"Cass, I loved you. I really did, honestly. I loved you so much. Part of me still does, but...I just don't feel loved in return and I haven't for quite a while now. I don't feel the same way about you anymore. I'm done." He placed his glass on the coffee table, took off his wedding ring and placed it down next to his glass, and stood up.

I ran to him and wrapped my arms around him. I expected him to hold me tight and tell me that everything would be fine, but instead he just stood there. I wanted those strong, powerful arms pressed against me.

"Stop. Don't make this harder than it has to be." He said.

He took a step back and pulled himself free from me. I watched him walk towards the door and noticed the bags stacked next it. He had gathered all of his stuff and was truly leaving.

"Please. Just sign the papers. Don't try to fight this, because you won't win. Your daddy can't even help you this time." He threatened as he glared at me.

He grabbed the 3 bags and closed the door behind him. I collapsed onto the couch and cried myself to sleep.

I woke in a panic, not knowing where I was at first. I slept like shit and had some bizarre dreams about my future. My first thought was to call in to work and spend the day sulking on the couch. The more I thought about it though, I decided that maybe being around a bunch of happy, energetic kids was better for me.

I arrived at work escort trabzon a bit earlier than usual. I needed the extra time to get my head right and put on a happy face for my little students. I drank my coffee and nibbled on a bagel. I was just going to push through the day and not let on that anything was wrong.

Soon the room filled with chatter and giggles as all of the kids arrived. I was starting for feel a bit more normal and my mood was made even better when I heard my name being sang by one of my favorite little voices.

"Caaaaassssssieeeeeee" Candace said as she hurried over to me for a hug.

"Candace! Oh, I'm so happy to see you!" I replied.

"Cassie! I went to the zoo yesterday! We saw monkeys, and zebras, and tigers, bunches of other animals!" The little girl excitedly told me.

"That sounds like fun! Go say bye bye to your mommy and then you can tell me all about it!" I told her before I looked up at her mother.

Of course she looked perfect. She always did. Our eyes met and a warm smile spread across her face. I smiled back but quickly averted my eyes. She was so beautiful and I didn't want to feel like a creep for staring.

"Bye bye, mommy! I love you!" Candace giggled as her mom peppered her with little kisses on her cheeks.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Be good for Ms. Cassie today, ok?" She said. Even her voice was perfect.

The day was going pretty good until nap time. After lunch, we closed the curtains and turned off the lights in the classroom. The kids all napped on their little cots and it was a nice peaceful time. One of us stayed with the kids, while the others cleaned up from lunch and did other prep work for the afternoon. I asked to sit with the kids due to being wiped out from my terrible sleep the night before. I sat in a rocking chair and soon realized what a bad idea that was.

I was overcome by a sense of dread and hopelessness. I tried so hard to keep it together, but I couldn't hold back the tears. A few sobs escaped unfortunately, and that drew the attention of a certain little someone.

"Cassie? Why you crying?" Candace's little voice whispered to me.

"It's ok. I'm just sad about something. I'll be ok." I told her.

"You need hugs." She stated and climbed onto my lap.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed. She was such a sweetie. I held her and rocked us as I tried to get my emotions under control.

"You give good hugs." I whispered to Candace.

"I know. My mommy cries too, sometimes." She whispered back.

I kept rocking us and soon I felt her grip loosen and her breathing change. Yep, my little comforter was asleep. I held her as more tears rolled down my cheeks.

Nap time was almost up and I was starting to feel better. Thankfully the rest of the afternoon was good as well. One by one, all of the kids' parents arrived and my mood was turning blue once again. I wasn't looking forward to returning to my lonely apartment.

"Mommy!" I heard Candace yell as she rushed over to give her mom a big hug.

"Hi baby girl! How was your day?" She asked her daughter.

"I'm not a baby. I'm a big girl. I helped Cassie when she was sad!" Candace proudly stated.

"You did? Well, that was very nice of you." Her mom praised her.

"Yep. She was crying like you do sometimes. I gave her a big hug!" The little girl explained.

Kids. They keep no secrets. I felt embarrassment wash over me. I caught Mrs. Carruthers glance towards me and I quickly averted my eyes. I heard her ask Candace to help pick up some toys, then I felt a hand placed delicately on my shoulder.

Jillian

There was no question as to why Cassie had been crying; her fool of a husband had served her with divorce papers. It saddened me that I probably knew before she did. How? How could anyone choose to separate themselves from a woman as lovely as her? I didn't want to be meeting under these conditions. This event had played out much more different in my mind over the last few months.

"Hey, is everything ok?" I asked quietly, placing my hand upon her shoulder.

I felt her tense up before turning to look at me. I could see that she had been crying today. Her eyes were a bit red and there was puffiness around them.

"I'm...I'm fine, thank you." She said, her sad eyes trying not to look at me.

"Well, Candace tells me a different story." She looked up at me finally.

"I know we don't know each other, but I'm a good listener. My daughter adores you and I can't thank you enough for everything you do for her. If there is anything I can ever do..." I pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper from my purse and wrote down my name and number.

I handed her the paper and asked her one more time, "are you sure you're ok?"

She nodded yes, but her face scrunched and the tears started. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. It felt delightful to have her this close although I wished the circumstances were different.

"No, I don't think you're ok, my dear." I softly spoke to her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll be ok." She said.

"I know a wonderful, quiet, little coffee place that's not too far from here. Would you like to meet me there a bit later and talk?" I asked her.