Glen tossed his tool bucket into the back of Brent's truck, his shoulders sore from the day's labor. He could feel the sting of the sun where he stayed exposed to it too long without protection. He should know better, but sometimes, he just became too engrossed in the project at hand and tuned out everything else. Of course, he compounded the situation by how distracted he was with his marriage. He sighed as he leaned on the truck's side. He was tired of being distracted."So, what's the plan for tonight?" Brent asked as he dumped his own bucket into the back of the truck. "Feel like grabbing a beer or something?""What? Need a wingman?" Glen said with a chuckle. "Actually, I'm thinking of swinging by the house and seeing Jordie. I also need to see what we're doing for his birthday coming up. You know, that parenting-type stuff."Brent acted like he shuddered, shaking his shoulders. "Please, don't say those words out loud."Glen laughed harder. "Sooner or later, some poor woman will re
Cherish tucked the covers up under Jordie's arms, leaning down to kiss his forehead as she did. "You get a good night's sleep, young man," she said, smiling down at him. "No getting out of bed and wandering around. You've had your water—both glasses. You're all set."He nodded, his dark hair sliding up and down on his pillow. "Is Daddy still here?" he asked. "Is he staying here tonight?"The question tugged at her heart, and she fought to keep the tears at bay. "Your mommy and daddy still have a lot to work out, but none of it is about you. Always know both of us love you very much, no matter what happens between us."He nodded, his dark hair swishing against the pillow. "Does that mean he won't be here in the morning when I wake up?"His face was so innocent, even though the question was so earnest. She leaned down, kissing his forehead. "We'll have to see what the morning brings, all right? For now, you just focus on getting a good night's sleep.""Yes, ma'am," Jordie said with a sig
This was torture. She had been naked in front of him a million times, and yet, right then, with the way he commanded her to take one piece off at a time, she never felt more vulnerable or exposed. It was like a stranger forced to strip in front of him. She reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and then slid the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, exposing her breasts to him. She tossed the bra down with the shirt.Glen sat there, soaking in her bare breasts, his grin revealing how pleased he was with what he saw. "I've always loved your tits," he said with an uplift of his brows. "I love how hard and long your nipples get."She felt the blush warm her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered, struggling with words right then. "I've always loved the way you've played with them."He motioned to her pants with a lift of his chin. "Take them off but turn around first. Keep your gaze forward."She swallowed again, her nerves tight as she did as he ordered, turning so that her back was t
Glen watched her body tremble as he fingered her. He held onto her ass with his other hand, squeezing her delicious cheek as he pummeled into her pussy. "I think we'll do that," he taunted. "Take you out, put you on display for others." She said she missed the excitement, the rush of the adventures she experienced before they were married and started a family. Brent suggested giving her what she craved. Even Glen's sister had suggested the same thing. Perhaps they were right.Glen yanked his fingers out of Cherish's pussy, her moans at the sudden emptiness between her legs filling the room once more."Turn around and kneel," he ordered, and she obeyed without hesitation, kneeling in front of him, her face a mask of hungry want. God, he missed that look. Maybe she wasn't the only one who missed the old days.As soon as Cherish knelt in front of him, Glen stood and stripped out of his clothes. Once he was naked, he sat back down, motioning for her to move closer. "You know what to do."S
Jordie jumped on Glen first thing in the morning, shouting his enthusiasm that his father was there. That wake-up call made Glen's day.Cherish rolled over, smiling at both of them as she snuggled into her pillow. "Do we really have to go to work?" she asked. "Let's just call out. Take a day to ourselves."Glen chuckled as he leaned over, kissing her nose. "You just started yesterday," he reminded her. "Do you really think you should call out already?""You are no fun," Cherish sighed as she rolled back over onto her back, arms out at her sides as she stared up at the ceiling.He snuggled closer to her. "That's not what you said last night."Her eyes popped open, wide, as she glanced down at Jordie. "Glen!" She took a deep breath, shaking her head. "Jordie, go get dressed for preschool while I fix you some breakfast."Glen chuckled as he moved to slide out of bed, watching Jordie race off to his room. When he stood, Glen turned back to Cherish, his expression turning serious. "Last nig
Glen pulled into the parking lot in front of the main building, staring up at the front door. This is where Cherish cheated on him. For how long it went on, he didn't know, but it happened. Glen wondered how many inside the building knew what Cherish did. He took a deep breath. He really didn't want to go inside, but what choice did he have if he wanted to talk to Faith? God, this sucks.He shoved his car door open and made his way out into the early morning sun, already rethinking his idea. Once inside, he walked up to the receptionist desk, a small woman with tits that were far from natural glanced up at him, her smile syrupy and very fake. "May I help you?""Yes. Is Faith here today? I'm her brother-in-law and hoped to have a word with her." He leaned on the wall in front of the woman's desk as he gazed down at her, doing his best not to glance at her breasts, but he found it hard since they were like right there, really right there.She smiled up at him. "Faith actually just got he
Cherish walked into work already dreading her day ahead. She could see the mountain of files stacked on her desk she still had to sort through, a chaotic system left over from a woman who couldn't organize a cabinet with only two cups in it. Cherish sighed, regretting for the hundredth time quitting Rutherford Construction.As she walked through the showroom, Bernie waved hello and his wife, Mary, just glared at Cherish. Cherish walked by, rolling her eyes as she moved behind the main counter to the back room, shoving her way through the swinging door into the back of the building toward her office. She wasn't sure how she would get Mary to lighten up, considering what the woman possibly heard from the gossip system that was the construction world. Of course, Cherish wasn't sure she wanted to deal with it, either."Cherish?" a voice called out to her from the loading dock opposite the offices.Turning, she noticed Jed Jorrell from the Rutherford offices standing on the dock, hands on h
Glen helped Cherish clear the table as he sent Jordie to watch TV. Cherish had been smiling, but unusually quiet throughout dinner. She promised him nothing was wrong, but that she just had a lot on her mind. He worried that last night had not been enough for her, and she had second thoughts about the direction they traveled.As they washed dishes together, though, she grinned over at him. "I had a visitor when I came home today," she said as she handed him a plate to dry. "Aubrey stopped over to make sure I knew she saw us."Glen laughed, the redness warming his cheeks. "I figured she would pop by sooner or later after I saw her in the window." He glanced up at Cherish, a sheepish look on his face. "Did she razz you too much?""Oh, she made me give her every little gritty detail of our evening," Cherish said with a laugh. "The woman is a perv of the highest degree."He walked over to Cherish and kissed her on the cheek. "So are you. No wonder the two of you get along so well."Cherish