Good Girl

Iobviously walked in on something. I just don’t know what.

And now we’re all sat around the table eating the pasta that Eden made not saying a word.

“This is delicious.” I say and she gives me a small smile before dropping her gaze. Like she knows something I don’t. Like she can’t bear to look me in the face me now.

“It’s good isn’t it Terri?” I say to my wife and she nods ever so slightly before taking a mouthful of her wine.

“Alright, enough.” I say. “Does someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“Language.” Terri says like that’s the most pressing issue.

I throw her a look only she’s too busy glaring at Eden to notice.

“We were just talking about her studies.” Terri says. “And about Edinburgh.”

I see Eden tense and then she looks right back at her. “You seriously want to try that shit now?”

“Eden.” Terri snaps.

“Terri.” I growl and she looks at me. “Eden is not going to Edinburgh or wherever the fuck else you want to send her.”

“But we decided…”

“No we didn’t. You decided. It was your idea. Eden doesn’t want to go and there’s no way I’m going to force her.”

Terri lets out a low breath. “Fine. If that’s what you want.” She says before looking back at Eden. “But don’t forget what he does for you. Don’t forget the sacrifices we both make for you. We’ve given you everything you could ever want. And without us, you’d have nothing, you’d be out on the streets.”

Eden’s hanging her head so low. Like she’s half broken. Like her mother is intentionally trying to destroy her. I slam my fist down before I even realise I’ve even clenched it.

“Don’t you dare say shit like that.” I snarl.

“It’s true. She needs to understand how this world works.” Terri says.

“I think I understand just fine thank you.” Eden mutters.

“No you don’t. You don’t have a fucking clue.” Terri hisses.

“Enough. I’m done with this conversation. Why don’t you go to bed? You’ve got a busy few weeks ahead.” I say to my wife and she lets out a low rattling breath.

“Fine.” She mutters getting up and walking away but not before throwing another look at Eden.

As soon as she’s gone I reach out to her with my hand only she flinches.

“What was that about?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “It’s been a long day.”

“You know you can tell me anything right?”

She nods looking at me. “I think I’m going to go to bed too. I’ve got a headache.”

I frown as she goes. There’s some serious shit going on and I don’t understand it.

So I sit, eating the rest of my dinner by myself and then I get up and clear everything away. Terri is leaving tomorrow. One of her suitcases is already packed by the front door. She’s going to be on the road for a fortnight.

I don’t understand how any job can demand such hours but she laid out her itinerary, detailing all the places they were going too while working this project, as if she thinks I don’t believe her. And to be perfectly honest I’m more excited by her absence than I should be.

Because Eden and I will have a whole two weeks to ourselves. And after this weekend I know exactly what we’re going to get up too.

As I turn off the lights I look around my home and make a mental note of all the places I’m going to fuck Eden. I want to be able to walk into every room in the house and know that I’ve had her sprawled, naked, leaking out my cum from at least one, if not all, her orifices.

Just the thought makes me hard, and I tuck my erection into my belt. Hopefully Terri is fast asleep by now so it won’t make much difference.

In fact I’m half tempted to sleep in the spare room. Partly because she’ll no doubt be snoring and partly because I’m so pissed at how she just treated Eden I’m not sure I can stand to even be in the same room as her.

But when I open the door I see her lamp is on.

She looks up at me and smiles. “You took your time.”

“I didn’t realise you were waiting up.” I say. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

She smiles climbing out of bed. She’s wearing one of her silk nighties that cling to her body and I can see her nipples poking through.

“I thought perhaps we should kiss and make up. Seeing as we won’t be able to for a while.” She says putting her hands on my shirt, slowly unbuttoning it.

“Are you..?” I pause. “Are you wanting to have sex?”

She never wants too. She never initiates it. What the fuck is going on right now?

“Is it wrong for a wife to want her husband?” She says putting her hand on my cock and then grinning as she feels how hard I am. Only I’m not hard for her. I’m hard for Eden.

“Someone is more than ready.” She says stepping back dropping the straps from her shoulders and exposing herself for me to look.

And I can’t help it I do. My eyes stare at her, but not in want, not in desire. I’m examining her. My wife. Sick as I am, I’m comparing her to the girl I want, who’s no doubt tucked up in bed at this very moment just down the hall.

“Fuck me Dominic.” She says. “Fuck your wife.”

I narrow my eyes. Fuck it’d be so easy too. To sink my cock into her and all the while think of her daughter’s cunt but I can’t do it. I won’t do it. Maybe I’m too principled now. Strange fucking principles I have anyway to somehow justify messing with my own stepdaughter while refusing to touch the woman I’m legally wed to.

“I’m not in the mood.” I say.

She laughs. “That’s not true. You’re a man. You’re always in the mood. And besides I can feel little Dom is ready for me.”

I shake my head. “I’ve got a headache.” I say. “I’ll sleep in the spare room. You’ve got a big day tomorrow so I don’t want to keep you up.”

And then I get the hell out before she can say anything more. Before she can do anything more. Before I have to look at her anymore either.