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“Where the FUCK have you been?!" roared Carla Zahn. Solomon had only stepped one foot into the house. Jadzia was still out the door behind him. They both walked into the house, and Carla let loose again. “Well?! Your ass was out all night! Where were you??!”

Jadzia was terrified. As much as she wanted to be with him, she couldn’t imagine him calmly stating, ‘Sorry, I’m leaving you for Jadzia. We’re in love!’ She couldn’t even begin to imagine the fallout from something like that. But her dad was weirdly calm.

Solomon said, matter-of-factly, “I told you last night where we were going. We even invited you, but you shot that down.”

“Please!  You said, ‘dinner.’ You didn’t say anything about being out all night!” Carla spat back.

Solomon calmly went on, “No, I said ‘Go to the beach, watch the sunset, have some dinner.’ We did all that. But at dinner, I had couple of drinks, Jazzie had a couple, next thing you know, we’re both too buzzed to drive. I didn’t want a cab or Uber, because I wasn’t in a hurry to rush home to hear you bitching at me for drinking. So I went to that really nice Marriott across the street from the restaurant, and that’s where we crashed.”

“You got two rooms at the Marriott?”

“No, we shared a room. It was just a place to sleep in peace.”

“Two beds, right?”

“No, we slept in the same bed. The fuck do you think?! Jesus!"

Carla considered all that. It seemed reasonable. But then, “Then why are you just rolling in now? It’s almost noon!”

“I’m on vacation! We slept in, we had breakfast, we drove home, and now we’re here. What’s the big deal?”

“What, all phone service was out? You couldn’t have called?”

“Of course I could have called,” Solomon said. “I just didn’t want to, so I chose not to.”

“WHAT?! YOU CHOSE… WHAT… YOU… WHAT?!” Carla was positively livid.

“Like I said earlier, I’m tired of being bitched at. I’m tired of you talking down to me like I’m some bad-ass kid who just won’t learn. I decided to just save it all for one big dose. And look at you, proving me right. So if you’re done, don’t you have a book club or something that you’re late for?”  With that, Solomon turned and walked away, going to the bedroom.

Carla looked at her daughter, who looked stunned. “Is that what happened? There was nobody else there?” she asked Jadzia.

“Every word. And I was with him the whole time,” she answered. “But mom, he is right. You do yell at both of us a lot.”

“Shut up and go take a shower. You smell like hotel. I’m your mother and I’ll talk to you any way I want!”  Carla spun on her heel and left. A minute later, her car pulled out of the driveway, peeling out.

Jadzia was flabbergasted. Her dad didn’t tell one lie. He even glibly told her they shared a bed. She stood there and watched it all, and she still didn’t know how he did it. Jadzia was so relieved, she went to join her dad in the shower.

As Carla sped off, she knew she’d put on a good show of being outraged. If she played it right, she could spin this into a whole month of, “Get your fucking hands off me!”

She wasn’t actually upset with her husband, and she really missed his touch. But she was terrified to have sex with Solomon, because she just knew that, the minute he slid inside her, he’d be able to tell how stretched out she had become. And he’d know that it wasn’t his doing. He was not small, but she was sure he’d know. Her doctor had assured her that the vagina was resilient, and that it would regain its shape; but she did acknowledge that, after a certain age, if she were regularly having sex with a partner who was substantially larger than her regular partner, there could be, well, consequences. It just couldn’t stay as tight and firm as it had been before.  Carla hadn’t let him touch her in months. How could she possibly explain it now feeling like she’d just given birth? Maybe he wouldn’t notice… but what if he does? For now, she just needed to stall Solomon for a few more weeks, while also managing to avoid sex with Rene. That might give her time to snap back.  The man’s dick was entirely too big. But now, she was used to it. And she really craved it.  That was the problem. But if she wanted to save her marriage, she needed to find a way to stay away from it.  She wanted to save her marriage, didn’t she?

***

Two months later, the family was truly unraveling.  Solomon and Jadzia were very careful but still took every opportunity for Solomon to find himself balls-deep in his daughter.  He barely said five words to Carla a day. Not that she’d notice… every other day, she claimed that she had to attend to some club, or some organization.  She’d be back late… don’t wait up… ‘Bye, now! Whenever she was away, she was with Rene, her pussy, and now even her ass, being reamed out by his improbably large member.  Rene was as in love with her as she was with him.  He had always found it difficult to find a woman who could take all of him.  Hell, it was tough finding a woman who even wanted to try.  Most young girls ran screaming from the room, worried they’d be ruined for other men.  Carla could attest, they all had a point.  She knew now that it was only a matter of time before her own marriage ended.  She just needed to make sure that Rene was in it for the long haul.  If she had to lose Solomon, she damn sure needed to have Rene. Things for the Zahn family were rapidly coming to a head.  That day of reckoning ended up being Black Friday. 

On Thanksgiving Day, Carla was putting the finishing touches on the big dinner.  This year would just be the immediate family for the dinner.  Solomon loved going out Christmas shopping on Black Friday.  Even when he wasn’t looking to buy anything, he just loved the whole experience.  The crowds, the sales, the gross consumerism, all of it.  For some perverse reason, it put him in a great mood for weeks, all the way through New Year’s.  He was planning to leave the house early and spend the day out.  Of course, Jadzia thought it would be nice to join him.  They invited Carla, who politely declined.

 “The stress of cooking that whole big dinner just wears me out,” she’d said.  “No, I’ll just stay in and relax, but you guys go on and have fun.”  Carla felt awful about cheating on Solomon.  She knew he couldn’t possibly be cheating on her, because he was either always at work, at home with Jadzia, or out with Jadzia.  He certainly wasn’t getting any from Carla, and he simply had no time to find anybody else.  How are you gonna find a side-piece when you’re always dragging a needy-ass kid around?  Honestly, Jadzia needed to find herself a man of her own.  By January, she figured, this marriage would be over, and Solomon would need to find somebody.  All Jadzia would be was a cock-blocker. But the way she fawned over ‘her daddy,’ no guy would put up with that.  That guy would expect to be her No. 1, and the only No. 1 for Jadzia was Solomon.  He’d doted on her and spoiled her all her life, and now she fawned over him like he was God’s gift or something.  It wasn’t healthy, Carla thought.  Jadzia needed to get out of the house on her own.  But her father didn’t seem to be in any hurry to push her out of the nest.  Oh, well, soon, none of that would be her problem.

The next morning, everyone slept late. Solomon got out of bed without waking Carla. He showered and dressed.  Jadzia met him in the kitchen.  She was also dressed, and looked happy, but not entirely.  “What’s wrong, baby?  Are you okay?” he asked her. 

“I’m fine, Dad. Where are we going first?” She answered, seeming to evade the question.

“I’ve already bought your present, and your mom’s.  I just wanted to go to Top Value. I want a new flat screen,” he answered.  “After that, well, I was thinking I’d get something to eat,” he continued, waggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.

“That sounds great, Dad,” she said half-heartedly.

“Wow,” he said sarcastically. “Quite the ringing endorsement of our plans for the day. You want to talk about it right now, or in the car?”

“Definitely not here,” she said, glancing towards the bedroom where Carla still lay sleeping. “Let’s go get a late breakfast before we hit your stores. We can talk there.”

“Okay, sweetie,” said Solomon. “Let’s go.” They went out to the car and drove off.

Carla hadn’t been asleep. She’d been listening, and she figured she knew what was going on. Jadzia was obviously upset because she’d finally met a guy, and she had to tell her dad about him. She knew he was going to be angry, since no one was apparently good enough for his precious Jazzie, poor girl. It would be a tough conversation, but it was good that she finally had a man. Poor Solomon… all alone at Christmas. Oh well…

“Tell me what’s going on, and we’ll make it better, okay, baby?” Solomon said as they drove along.  His heart broke as he looked at her. She was crying. “Come on, Jazzie…  what is it?”

“Daddy, I’m pregnant,” she said simply. She looked down, waiting for him to say, well, something.

Finally, after a few seconds, he asked, quietly, “Are you sure?” Then he rambled on, “I mean, I know that’s a dumb question. Of course, you’re sure! You don’t say something like that unless you’re really sure, you know, but, really, are you sure? When did you find out? How far along are we? We’re really pregnant?”

‘We?’ That wasn’t what she expected to hear. She finally looked up at his face, expecting to see a frown, or a scowl, or maybe an angry sneer. Instead, she saw excitement. “Dad, I’m serious! THIS is serious!” she emphasized.

“Baby, I am serious,” he said, barely able to stop himself from laughing out loud with delight.

“Dad, aren’t you upset?” Jadzia asked. “Aren’t you gonna tell me that this ruins everything? That I ought to…” and she broke down sobbing. 

Solomon quickly pulled into a nearby parking lot and stopped the car. He got out and ran to the passenger side, yanked open the door, and pulled his daughter into his arms. They stood there leaning against the car, Jadzia crying into the crook of his neck, her body racked with sobs. He just held her and let her catch her breath. She wiped her wet, messy face against his shirt, causing him to smile. As he looked into her face, he saw his little girl looking back at him…  a scared little girl, looking to her Daddy to make it all better.

“You okay?” Solomon asked her.  She sniffed and nodded. “I understand what’s bothering you. You’re not upset because you’re pregnant. You’re upset because for some reason you think I don’t want you to be pregnant, am I right?” Again, she sniffed and nodded, and buried her face in his chest.

He put his finger under her chin and lifted her face up so he could see her eyes. “Let me say it this way... Baby, you’re FINALLY pregnant!” Jadzia looked at him in surprise. “That’s right, baby girl… I’m thrilled that we’re pregnant, and my only plans for this baby include us raising this child together.”

“Daddy, that’s great, but…  How are we gonna…”

“Is this what you want?” he asked her.

“Yes! More than anything!”

“Then we’ll figure it out, Jazzie. I promise. And it’s going to be great!”

She squeezed him tight. “Daddy, I love you so much! I was so worried about this.  I thought everything was all messed up!”

He said, “I know, baby.  But this is a very good thing.  I can’t wait for you to start showing!” he said, rubbing her belly, his smile splitting his face in two.

“I’m so relieved, I just want to go somewhere and celebrate right now! Can we?”

“Absolutely! Hopefully your mom is out shopping. Now get yo’ sexy ass back in the car!” Together, they sped off.

Carla walked out of her house to Rene’s car. She loved riding in his Carerra, but it was so low-slung that it was always a chore to get into it. Rene took her little overnight bag and stowed it in the nose of the car and got back behind the wheel.

“Where are we headed?” she asked.

“I got us a place on the beach in Sarasota. I thought we could stay ‘til tomorrow night and come back home Sunday. Is that okay, babe?”

“Yeah, that works for me,” replied Carla as they took off. “Have you had breakfast, yet?”

“No, I slept in, and then came to get you. I know this great place just a few minutes from here. We can grab brunch before we get on the road.”

“Perfect!”

Rene Delacroix was also a lawyer.  Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate.  It was fairer to say that he had passed law school and the bar, so he was nominally qualified to manage his family’s Florida office. The family specialized in international and corporate law, much like her husband Solomon.  Their main offices were in France, with a family law practice somewhere in the islands.  His sister Zanzine managed that one.  But Rene didn’t see clients or work on law.  As he explained it to her, it was his job to keep the firm free of scandals and running smoothly.  As long as that condition was met, he was free to do what he wanted.  For the past few months, his favorite thing to do was Carla Zahn.  He often joked that he was the ugly one in the family, with his cousin Luke being the one with all the good looks.  Carla could not see how this was possible, since Rene was positively gorgeous.  Rene was tall, over six feet, with short, black hair, a perpetual three-day shadow, dimples, dazzling white teeth, and the flawless physique of a dancer.  Washboard abs, long, muscular arms, ending with big basketball-player hands. All that plus impressive bank and an 11-inch cock. If Luke was more of a catch than that, Carla had no need to meet him.  It wasn’t like Solomon was a slouch.

Solomon and Jadzia headed back home.  He had been considering getting himself a new, larger flat screen for a Christmas present.  Now, however, he had a much better present… Jazzie was pregnant.  He knew that they now had to face Carla with the whole truth, and that it was going to be a difficult conversation.  But as a lawyer, he was used to making difficult arguments.  He was concerned and wanted it to go well.  But he wasn’t worried.  When they walked into the house, they were surprised that Carla wasn’t there.  There was a note taped to the refrigerator…

“Went out, will be back late at best.  Probably back some time tomorrow. – C

This was rare… they could have middle of the day bedroom sex!  Solomon picked up Jadzia and carried her into the master bedroom. They both quickly pulled off all their clothes, and their mouths found each other. Solomon never got tired of kissing her, delighting in the fresh, youthful taste of her mouth. Jadzia pulled him over so he was on his back, and then crawled up his body and knelt over his face, pushing her soft, furry lips against his open mouth. Solomon immediately started licking and sucking the nectar pouring from her overflowing has gash, his tongue stabbing up between her lips, pulling her delicious essence back into his mouth. He was rewarded with her bending forward and taking his hard cock into her mouth, inhaling him all the way down to the root. 

While she bobbed her head on him, driving his dick in in and out of her mouth, Solomon trailed his tongue further back, licking her tight little butthole, getting her all wet. He slipped a finger into her dripping honeypot, and then slipped it just inside her incredibly tight sphincter, making her gasp at the intrusion. She wasn’t fully used to him playing with her back there…  she was so tight, he was always afraid of hurting her. But over their time together, he’d managed to wedge the tip of a finger into the snug orifice.  She loved that, and it made her cum quite a bit harder. 

She loved his tongue there, and she loved his finger.  She didn’t seem to want anything bigger back there, and her pleasure was all he cared about.  So she enjoyed his back-door pleasures, and rewarded him by sucking his head extra hard, while gently rubbing and stroking his balls. His finger stroking her starfish, his lips sucking on her clit, his tongue lapping her juices, all pushed her higher and higher until she felt the familiar explosions between her thighs, her sex pulsing hungrily, pulling back into itself.  Her Daddy would have to provide her greedy pussy something to swallow.

Solomon turned her over and put his cock right at her entrance.  “You say you’re pregnant, baby?” he asked.  She nodded, biting her lip in anticipation.  “Let’s make sure,” he said as he pushed himself all the way into her tight young pussy. Jadzia moaned in pleasure as she welcomed her father back inside her.  He fit her so perfectly, it felt like her pussy had been sculpted just for his cock.  She loved fucking him, and never wanted it to end. 

This was not just lust… she loved him with all her heart, and she was thrilled to be carrying their baby. So she worked her hips as hard as she could, loving him, fucking him back, wanting him to know that she was his, all his.  She poured her soul into this act, and she could feel her orgasm beginning, and this one promised to be the biggest one yet… as it grabbed her, she screamed and bit his shoulder as the sensation ripped through her, making her see stars… her pussy, her whole body, pulsed and vibrated with the feeling. Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been.  Her juices covered both their sexes, and his cum was pushed deep into her and forced back out over his balls and back down to her ass.  She felt this orgasm like she’d never felt before.  As they came down, they resumed kissing… they loved to kiss, and their kisses tasted like their love.

As he held her, Solomon knew they shouldn’t fall asleep. Carla didn’t say when she’d be back, and she could walk in any minute to find her husband and daughter, naked, entwined, the bed wet with their juices, room reeking of sex.  Solomon simply no longer cared.  Jazzie was pregnant, and no matter what, he was going to be with her.  He pulled her close, put the blankets over them, and they fell asleep. Together.

***

Rene pulled the pillow from under Carla’s head and put it over her face. Sooner or later someone was bound to break down the door to see why a woman was screaming so loud. He was on top of Carla, pounding her seemingly elastic snatch as hard as he could… something he’d never been able to do with anyone else. But Carla had her hands on his ass, pulling him frantically, as if somehow he wasn’t deep enough, like he wasn’t fucking her hard enough. Rene knew his cock was all of eleven thick inches, but he could barely keep up with her. So he put the pillow over her mouth, put her ankles on his shoulders, and tried his level best to fuck her ‘til she passed out. He picked up the eight-inch vibrator beside him, wet it with his mouth, twisted it on to high, and shoved it all the way up her butt.

She tensed up and screamed as she came violently on his cock, her cunt pulsing and squeezing the huge intruder slamming so mercilessly into her. The delicious feel of her pussy, the sensation of her orgasm felt from the inside, along with the buzz of the vibrator through her sex, all set him off as well. Rene roared as he fired what felt like a gallon of cum straight into her waiting snatch. As they both floated back down, Rene looked at her with wonder.

“Damn, baby. I can’t do that with anyone else,” he breathed.

“What’s that, baby?” Carla asked.

“Lose control. I’ve never been able to just let go and hit it as hard as I can.”

“Hell, that’s the only way I want it. You’ve ruined me. You ruined my marriage. You turned me into a fucking slave to that dick. Now I can’t do without it. I don’t know what I’d do if you left me.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. But I am tired of creepin’. When you gonna tell him? If you’re ready to leave, just leave. It ain’t gonna hurt him any less if you wait longer, you know.”

“You’re right. To be honest, I’m scared. It’s a big step, and it’s hard to do. Plus, where am I gonna stay? He loves that house, and I can’t see him just leaving. And I’m certainly not gonna stay in the house with him while we’re getting divorced. There’s just so much to consider. And homelessness really doesn’t suit me.”

“What’s wrong with my house? Too ghetto for you? Pool too small? I mean, I know it’s only four bedrooms, but we could squeeze you in.”

“I don’t want you thinking I need you, or I’m gonna be destitute if you don’t save the day. I can take care of myself. I’m with you because I WANT to be with you,” she said.

Rene said, “C, you know why this works so well? It’s because we match up perfectly. This,” and he gestured to his soft, still massive, prick, “is more a curse than a blessing. Yeah, it looks good in a locker room, but women run from it all the time. But you love it. Yeah, I have a couple of dollars, and some nice things to enjoy, but the world is full of gold diggers. And it’s those same fake ass bitches scared to death of my giant cock. But you have your own. You DON’T need me.  All you want from me is me. I don’t want kids, and you can’t have any. Baby, if there’s another woman more perfect for me than you, I can’t imagine how. So go tell your hubby goodbye and come with me in my big ass house, and stay with both of us.”

“Both? What, you and your giant cock?”

“Exactly.” He pulled her to him and kissed her again.

Later, Carla said, “Rene, you can’t just keep me in this little room fucking me over and over. You’re gonna have to feed me, too. Cum don’t count. Let’s go have dinner. Plus, you’re exerting yourself. We don’t need you passing out!” She kissed the tip of his cock and spoke to it, “And you get some rest. I’m not done with you yet!”

Their little B&B was out on the beach, right on the Gulf of Mexico. To find something to eat, they had to go back into town, going back across one of the causeway bridges crossing the intracoastal bay. This being Florida, there were usually fishermen along both sides of the bridge. This was a pretty common sight.

One guy had his dog with him, a dog that was always well behaved. But the dog saw something and darted off after it, right in front of Rene’s Porsche. At that point, he was driving about 35 miles per hour, and traffic was steady. He saw the dog, and swerved to miss it, but now he was headed straight for a group of fishermen on the side of the bridge. In a split second, he saw an unoccupied section of the barrier, and swerved toward that.  He thought he was going slow enough that it would stop his car. He was wrong. He hit the barrier head on and crashed through, soaring down into the clear water 30 feet below, into 10 feet of water. The car hit the water, then quickly sank to the bottom.

Dozens of witnesses saw it all happen. Several men quickly dove into to water to try to rescue whoever was in that car. Several 911 calls went out at once. The area is quite affluent, so the siren sounds of rescue vehicles quickly began to echo. By the time the first ambulance arrived, local men had pulled both unconscious bodies from the car and safely pulled them to the sand.

***

Jadzia ran the soapy sponge over Solomon’s chest and neck. She squeezed the sponge and watched the foam running down his dark skin. She kneeled in front of him, sensuously pulling the sponge down his legs and back up across his balls. She soaped her hands and ran her hand up and down his hard rod, slowly jacking him while the hot water poured over them. She pulled the sponge between his cheeks and cleaned his ass as well.  She stood up and he pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

Solomon poured some soap in his hand and knelt in front of his daughter and ran his soapy palm over her thick dark pubes, working up a rich lather. He slid his fingers all over her mound and lips, while moving the other hand between her taut cheeks, to slip a slick finger into her back channel. He held his face against her hip as he felt her move forward against one hand and back against the other, each slipping deeper on each stroke. She held his head for balance as she humped his hands, more and more urgently, finally almost losing her stance as her pussy exploded, cumming from being doubly fucked by her father, the father of her child. It became too much for her and they sank to the floor with his fingers still moving inside her.

They sat there, kissing on the shower floor, the warm water cascading over them. They finally stood up together, and his cock found her cunt once again. He took her against the shower wall, slowly, tenderly, until he tensed up and poured himself into her, just as the last of the warm water gave way. Solomon turned off the cool water and reached out and grabbed a huge fluffy towel and wrapped Jadzia up. He exited the shower and took a towel for himself. As he was drying off, the doorbell rang. He and Jadzia looked at each other and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was just before 11:00 at night.

He threw on the shorts and shirt he had just taken off and went to the door. There was a County Sheriff waiting.

“Yes?” asked Solomon.

“Good evening, sir,” said the officer. “Are you Mr. Solomon Zahn?”

“Yes, I am. What’s the problem, officer?”

“Do you know a Carla Zahn?”

“Yeah…  she’s my wife. What’s happened?”

“Sir, she’s been in an accident. As far as we know, she’s alive, but she been admitted to Sarasota West Memorial Hospital.”

“Sarasota?!”

“Yes, sir. That’s all I know right now. I’m very sorry.” He turned and got back into his car and left.

Solomon went back inside and said to Jadzia, “Did you hear that? Your mom’s been in an accident, and she’s in the hospital in Sarasota. I guess we need to head there.”

Jadzia looked panic-stricken. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Solomon assured her. “Nothing has changed for us. Okay?”

She looked relieved, but still concerned. She said, “I guess we should get dressed and go.”

Solomon joked, “Lord knows, we’re already clean!” His humor finally broke the tension, and Jazzie finally laughed.

An hour later, they arrived at the hospital.  As Solomon found a parking spot, he cautioned Jadzia, “Sweetheart, we’re gonna have to have the conversation about us as soon as your mom gets home. I’d rather have that conversation at home, and not in a hospital in front of strangers.  So let’s be on our best behavior, and not let her get any suspicions.  Okay?”

“Okay, dad.  That sounds like a good plan,” agreed Jadzia.

Solomon asked for her at the nurse’s station.  When they asked who he was, and he answered, “I’m her husband,” one of the nurses said, “I thought the guy she came in with was her husband.”  The other nurse shushed her, and Solomon and Jadzia shared a questioning look.

They were told that Carla was in good condition and would be released in the morning but was asleep for now.   A police officer who was finishing her investigation found Solomon. 

She introduced herself, “Hi, my name is Officer Simpson with the Sarasota PD, and I’m just putting together the details of what happened.  It looks like, according to several witnesses, the accident was caused by an animal that darted into traffic unexpectedly.  The driver, Mr. Rene Delacroix-”

“Rene Delacroix, the attorney?” interrupted Solomon.

“I’m not sure if he was an attorney, but it was a pretty nice, newer Porsche, so yeah, maybe.  Anyway, he swerved and hit the guard rail at a point where no one was standing.  But he hit it head-on, and that caused the car to crash through.  Mrs. Zahn was the only other passenger.  They both got a little banged up, both hit their heads and lost consciousness, but I think they’re gonna be alright.  I think the doctor is releasing them both in the morning.  It looks like it was just an accident, and nobody’s being charged.  Everybody’s lucky Mr. Delacroix is such a good driver. That’s all we have for you.  The doctors will let you know when you can see your wife.”  She shook his hand and left.

Jadzia took her dad’s arm and said, “So mom was riding around with this guy?  You know him?”

“I’ve only heard the name a few times.  He does corporate law, too, like me, and he has family in France, I think.  Seems like I’ve heard something about Delacroix Law, some kind of big case.  Not sure.  I also hear he’s supposed to be like crazy good-looking or something,” answered Solomon.

“Really?!” said Jadzia.

“What, looking to trade me in already? I thought I looked okay,” protested Solomon.

Jadzia laughed, “Boys are so sensitive!  No, dad, you’re perfect.  I think I’ll hang on to you for a while.”  She risked a kiss on the cheek, just to stoke his delicate ego. “I wonder can we see her yet, or do we have to wait ‘til morning.”

Solomon checked with the nurses about seeing Carla now, but they were told that they wouldn’t wake her.  He could see her at 7:00 in the morning, they told him.  By this time, it was already almost 3:00 a.m., it would take almost an hour to drive back home, even with zero traffic, and to get back here at 7:00, they’d need to leave their house by 6:00.  Solomon decided to just wait there.  His SUV would be much more comfortable than the waiting room, so he and Jadzia went out to the parking lot, parked off to the side, and waited.  They decided to sit together in the back seat, and Jadzia happily snuggled up against her father. The windows were deeply tinted and in the dark, no one could see them inside the car.  They both filed that fact away for later.

Solomon’s alarm went off at 6:45. He looked at Jadzia, asleep in his arms.  She’d slept in his arms a few times this week, and he was looking forward to that being an everyday thing.  He nudged her awake, and said, “Let’s do this.”

She said, “You know, dad, this is really between you guys.  I can wait in the car if it would be easier for you.”  She smiled hopefully, wanting to avoid what might be a very unpleasant talk.

“Okay, sweetie… I’ll go.  But don’t take the car and run!  This is our only ride!”

“I would never!” she exclaimed haughtily.

He kissed her deeply, morning breath and all, and said, “Well, here goes…”

A few minutes later, Solomon was finally able to see Carla.  She was dressed, sitting on the bed.  He came over and hugged her, saying, “You’re okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

She did not return his embrace, but she did answer, “I’m fine.  I’m not hurt.”

Solomon just said, “So.  It’s like that, huh?”

She lowered her head and nodded.  She sighed and answered, “Yeah.  I guess it’s like that.”  She looked up at him and said, “Sol, nobody in their right mind would want their husband to find out like this.  But here we are.  Can we at least try to be civil? Not make a scene?”

“Of course, we can.  Are you ready to go?”

“Go? Go where?”

“Home, of course.”

“Home?  Look I don’t—”

“Carla, I know you think that this is all there is to it.  But there is a lot to discuss, and I’d rather do this in the privacy of our home.  After that, you can do whatever you want.  I won’t lift a finger or say a word to stop you.  Okay?”

“You’re not in the fucking convertible, are you?  I’m not ready to get back into some tiny-ass car.”

“No, Jazzie’s with me.  We came in the Yukon.”

It took them another half-hour to get all signed out, and they were on the road by 8:00.  Solomon seemed to be on a mission, and they pulled into the garage at 8:45.  The trip home was eerily quiet.  Jadzia was sitting in the front seat.  Carla thought they both looked nervous.  Strange, since SHE was the one who was in a wreck riding in the car with her lover.  But Solomon insisted they wait until they got home so he could focus on the conversation rather than the road.  Whatever.

Finally, the three of them sat around the kitchen table. Carla looked at Jadzia and said, “This doesn’t concern you. You don’t need to be here.”

Solomon said, “Yes, she does.” He continued, “Carla, we both know that this marriage hasn’t been a happy one for years. I don’t think it’s anybody’s fault.  I think we just grew apart.  That happens to couples.  It happened to us.”

Carla, still feeling defensive, shot back, “Yeah, well maybe if you spent a little more time doting on your wife and less time hanging onto Jadzia’s every whim, maybe things would be different.”

Jadzia opened her mouth to retort, but Solomon cut her off, “That’s a fair point. I do spoil her.  I do dote on her. She’s always been special to me. And she’s always been closer to me than you.”  He took a deep breath and continued, “And over the last year or so, the attention we pay to each other, Jazzie and me, has gotten closer and closer to, well, to a line that shouldn’t be crossed. Four months ago, that line was crossed, and we… we became… intimate.”

Carla took a few moments to process what her husband, well, soon-to-be-ex-husband, had just told her.  She could almost hear the tumblers clicking into place as the whole picture became clear and everything started to make sense.  “Wait, what? Are you telling me that you fucked our daughter?!”

Jadzia spoke up, “No, mom, he didn’t ‘fuck your daughter.’ You hadn’t given him any attention, any affection, hell, any pussy, for almost a YEAR! I’ve always loved him, and after seeing him do without all the things his wife is supposed to provide, I decided to offer it myself.  He just finally accepted what I was offering.”

“This is sick! It’s disgusting, and you,” she pointed at Jadzia, “you need help!  And you,” pointing to Solomon, “should be in jail!  I’ll see to it!”  She sat back in her chair, glaring at both of them, breathing heavily.

Solomon calmly asked her, “But why?”

“WHY?! I don’t know… maybe because she’s your goddamn daughter! You’re not supposed to be fucking your daughter! What part of that don’t you get?!”

Jadzia said, “Mom, I’m 22 years old.  I’m a college graduate.  I am a fully grown woman.  Not a child, or even a barely legal 18-year-old.  I can make my own choices.  If this is who I chose, who am I hurting? You came in here ready to divorce him and throw him away. You don’t want him. You’re done with him. Why shouldn’t he find happiness with me? Who’s hurt by us being together?”

Carla said, “Say whatever you want.  Rationalize all you want.  It’s still illegal.”

Solomon said, “Yeah, about that, we’re gonna need you to keep this secret.”

“Well I won’t! Hell, I can’t WAIT to tell everybody I know.  You’ll be ruined!”  No longer speaking from a weaker, defensive position, Carla seemed ruthless in her desire to hurt Solomon and this little bitch, Jadzia.  Jezebel is more like it!

“That’s true,” Solomon admitted. “We’d be toast.  That is, if you could prove it.  I’ll deny it, of course.  Jadzia,” he looked at his daughter.  “Have you been having sex with your own father?”

“EWWW! That’s disgusting! What the hell?! Of course not!  Why would you even say something like that?!” she quickly responded, and then she smiled brightly at Carla.

Solomon shrugged and continued, “So. We’ll be gone, of course, so we won’t hear any of what they’ll say, oh, and no jail time, either.  But whether they believe you or not, you’ll always be known as that poor woman whose husband left her for her own daughter. Everywhere you go, they’ll smile sympathetically, ask how you’re holding up, and as soon as you’re gone, they’ll whisper about you.  ‘What was wrong with her?  How bad a wife is she that he’d turn to their daughter? Did she even try to stop this? She had to have known! I’ll bet it was her idea and then she got jealous!’  It’ll never stop.  In the end, your reputation will be as bad as mine.  Worse, actually, because you’ll be here to hear it all.  Now really… is that what you want?”

Solomon said nothing, waiting for her to answer. This was the moment.  Carla was waiting for him to blink. He never did. Finally, she said through tightly pursed lips, “So what do you suggest?  We all live together like one big happy psycho family? ‘Cause I’ll take my chances with these society bitches before I sleep in this house while you’re fucking our daughter in the next room.”

Solomon said, “No, nothing like that at all.  Something much better.  We get a divorce.  A regular, normal, reasonable divorce.  We split everything 50-50, you go your way and I’ll go mine.  Jazzie and I will move away, maybe even out of state.  No bumping into each other at the market, no awkward explanations.  Irreconcilable differences, we grew apart, whatever you want to say.  I moved away, Jazzie took a job out of state, so sad how the family just fell apart from each other. Oh well.  But I will put in an NDA.  You or anyone else reveal the truth about me and Jadzia, I’ll sue you for a half-million dollars.”

“What? Why?! And why that amount?”

“Because I don’t want to uproot our life only to get settled and then be hounded by this scandal.  And the half-million? It’s small enough that you’ll actually be able to pay it, and big enough that it would hurt like hell to pay.  Just stay silent, and it never has to happen.  You and Rene Delacroix can live happily ever after.  Hell, tell everyone we died.  Whatever you want to tell them. Look, we had a good run, and we built a great life.  We’re one of the few black power-couples in Tampa Bay.  We’ve done well.  It’s just not enough for either of us anymore.  But do it this way, we can all gracefully and quietly go on to the next part of our lives.”

Carla looked at Jadzia. “And you?  Is this what you want, too?  You’re in this willingly, by choice?”

Jadzia looked at her dad with love in her eyes. “Absolutely.  I love him with all my heart.  I can’t believe you let such a good man go, but your loss is my gain. I will never be anything but good to him.  Please, mom, let this happen,” she pleaded.

Carla again took a few minutes to think it over.  “Fine.  Make it happen. Draw it up, and we’ll sign ‘em.  But if you try to screw me out of so much as a nickel, everyone on the fucking planet will know about you and your little ‘daddy’s girl’.”

“I’ll call you by Friday.”

“Also, I’ll send movers to get my stuff on Monday or Tuesday.  I trust you’ll not try to hold onto anything of mine.”  She looked suspiciously at the both of them, now holding hands.

Solomon said, “No, you don't need to do that.”

“And why not?” Carla asked, warily.

“You should keep the house. We’re moving out of the area, as soon as we can. Just buy me out and it’s all yours.”

“I’d assumed we both wanted it, and it would be easier to sell it and split it than fight over it.”

“I do want it. But we’re moving. And I’m not trying to make this any harder than it already is.”

“Fine,” she agreed.  She added, “Hell, you’ll probably pull it off.  You damn sure don’t look alike.”  With that, she went to the bedroom, packed another bag, and was gone in 15 minutes.

Friday afternoon, Solomon met Carla at her office.  She’d already gotten the documents earlier that day and had looked them over.  Solomon had been more than fair to her.  She knew that even if they were to fight it out in court, she wouldn’t get as much as what he was offering, plus then she’d have to pay some other lawyer’s fees.  This way, she got their gorgeous home, and Solomon had arranged it so that it was free and clear.  He didn’t try to screw her at all.  If anything, he was pretty generous.  Still, the ex-wife in her couldn’t resist one last dig.  “This is generous of you, Solomon.  You’re probably only being so nice because you’re afraid you’ll be exposed as an incestuous pervert who’s banging his daughter,” she taunted.

“No,” said Solomon evenly.  He reached over to the sheath of papers and flipped back to a page with a sticky-note arrow requesting a signature. He tapped the signature line and said, “That’s what this is for.”  The top of the page read, ‘NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT’.  He waited for her to finally sign all the documents.  Once it was all signed, he said, “I’m being so nice because frankly, it’s the right thing to do.  We had a good run, and it just ran its course.  There’s no need for acrimony.  Don’t you agree?” 

She held his gaze for a minute, looking for any trace of guile or sarcasm.  Finding none, she said, “I guess you’re right.  You don’t have to leave town, you know.  Tampa Bay is pretty big.”

He answered, “I know, but Jazzie and I want to make it as a couple.  Too many people here knowTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.