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Heath loved his late wife, Jill, and
Lauralyn always knew that. And ever since her death he’d been in a
rut. To numb his grief he gained weight, and he was a big guy to
begin with. He also took on a new habit that only made him even
more depressed. Lauralyn could see his guilt that got worse daily
when he couldn’t stop filling the void with brief satisfaction by
locking himself in his office all morning to immerse in lengthy
pornographic videos.
He never talked about what he was going
through, but instead headed straight to the living room couch,
stared at the television looking complacent, and then when he got
an itch he’d tinker in the garage making one-of-a-kind watches that
sold for a small fortune because the metals he used were of
historical wartime significance.
Because she grew up as an orphan, she never
had the sense of belonging until she met them. She felt the bitter
sting of being second in their lives—until recently. Once she had
him to herself, everything seemed right and perfect.
Not that Heath treated her differently with
Jill’s absence. He always showed his love, and made her feel
irreplaceable, valuable, and worth keeping. She never worried he
would abandon her, and even though he was emotionally distant and
quiet these days, he still proved daily she was important to
him.
Heath loved her unconditionally, and she was
smart enough to treasure that above all things. Knowing the value
of unwavering love, she didn’t judge him. In fact, she even went as
far as sneaking into his office when he was out in the garage and
looked at what he searched online, determined to accept everything
about him, and even approve.
At first Lauralyn was surprised by the
content. He subscribed to several websites, all about fathers and
their of-age-stepdaughters. When Lauralyn first discovered his
darkest fantasies were all about pseudo incest, her mind instantly
turned to a daydream of Heath and her. She had a soft spot for his
big stature, sexy rich voice, and round belly.
She watched a few daddy/daughter videos, and
every once in awhile wondered if Heath ever thought of her as he
touched himself from under his desk—after all she was eighteen and
adopted—so why not. She hoped he pictured her sleeping with him,
and thought it was likely because she noticed him getting hard at
odd times when looking at her.
The other night when she was folding her
laundry in front of him, and he glimpsed her panties, she noticed
his shorts twitch and throb. He’d abruptly shift in his chair at
the dinner table if she bent over in front of the oven, and press
on his jeans as if he was painfully stiff. If she licked her lips,
her fingers, or even sighed when she was full, he’d quietly groan.
Or if she wore a revealing top, little pj’s, or short shorts, he
seemed to be hard for hours.
Heath was always a very sexual man though.
He and Jill thought she couldn’t hear them, but the nightly groans
were rather loud if she was in the hall. It could be that sex in
general turned Heath on and not Lauralyn’s youthful body, because
he couldn’t even watch educational programs with topless tribal
women without putting a pillow over his lap. Putting coins into
slots, women rocking in chairs, or even cleaning commercials with
women mopping the floor turned him on. Lauralyn truly believed that
men thought about sex every five seconds, because she swore Heath
did. But the poor guy knew he had a problem, and for his sake she
pretended not to notice all his squirming.
That morning when Heath came out of his
office after a loud orgasm that turned her on, she didn’t bat an
eye. Lauralyn kept her eyes on the school art project, and
continued to sketch a geisha with a number four pencil.
She was in his way, blocking his path to the
couch. He stopped, rubbed her back, and considered her drawing that
was taped to her easel. “You’re so talented. Seriously, baby, one
of these days I think you should sell your art online as
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