Son for Hire Interlude: Thunderbird Part 5 (Patreon)

Untying the arms from around her waist Kitty slips out of Eugene’s coveralls with a saucy side to side wiggle of her hips then tosses them off to the side.  Running her hands back up her long bare silky smooth legs as she stands she stretches them out.  “Ahh, that feels better?”

“We’re done then?”  Alan asks.

“I hope not.”  Kitty says with her signature impish grin.

“Kitty…”

“You called me baby girl.”

“Excuse me?”

“When I was crying.  You called me baby girl.  I liked that, a lot.  You can call me that if you want.”  Kitty bats her big brown eyes and with her chin tucked down gazes up at the big man.  “Am I your baby girl Alan?”

“Kitty, I was just trying to comfort you.”

“And you did.”  She smiles wickedly though her sweet tone was as innocent as a baby lamb.  “Thank you Daddy.”

“Kitty, stop.”

“You said something is not right about Donny and I.  You were right about that.  You are very clever.  So observant.”  She says, indecent meaning swirling just below the words.  “But I can see that something is off with you and Evelyn too.  I can see that you love her, but that’s not the whole story…is it?”

The question leaves Alan mute for a moment, his gaze once again returning to his wife’s spot.  His gray eyes show no signs of pain or anger but there was a deep regret of something lost, echoes of another time that he could not get back again.

“You can tell me.  I will keep your secrets.”  Kitty says softly.  “It’s only fair.  I confessed my sins to you Daddy.”

He holds a hand up.  “Don’t…call me that.”

Kit slinks forward and lays a hand on his arm.  “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, just…”  His words trail off, his eyes still on the empty bay though his focus was miles away.  He lets out a low sigh.  “You want to hear my sin Kitty?”

“Yes.”  She steps in closer, her hand still on his arm.  “I do.  Tell me your deepest, darkest secret.”

He hesitates, reluctant to hear the words himself, but something spurs him on.  “I had it all Kit.  The perfect wife, the perfect son, the perfect life…and then I went and ruined everything.”  He says at a whisper.  “I cheated on her Kitty.  I cheated on Evelyn.”

“I’m sorry.”  She rubs his arm and gives it a squeeze.  

“I was weak.”

“It’s very normal after years of marriage.  Trust me, I know.  I’ve been the other woman more than you could guess.”

He doesn’t seem to hear her as he continues his own confession.  “Evelyn is a wonderful woman.  Unique.  One of a kind.”  His big shoulders slump.  “But…she’s…different.  She has needs that…”  His head bows in shame at his perceived failures.  “…that I just cannot provide for her.”  He is silent for a moment before saying.  “I tried.  Lord knows I tried.  But she’s…a lot to handle.  It would take a better man than me to truly satisfy her.”

“Oh Alan.”

“And she’s so gentle.  So frustratingly gentle!  Yet also needing to be in control.  She wants to care for and coddle and nurture, which is all fine in its place, but sometimes it can suffocate a man.  Sometimes a man just wants to…let loose, to…fuck!”  His arms flexes with years of pent up need then slowly slackens again as he shakes his head sadly.  “I can’t be what she wants me to be.”

“Of course.”  Kit says out of genuine sympathy, but also through a selfish desire to draw him further down the road of temptation.  “A man needs to feel like a man.  Especially in the bedroom.  She should know that Alan.  It’s not your fault.”

“It wasn’t so bad at first.  I thought with time our tastes would…converge, but they’ve only grown further apart as the years have passed.  Neither of us wanted a sexless marriage but somewhere along the way….it just happened.”  He huffs, angry at himself.  “This all sounds like excuses, I know.”

“It sounds like the truth.  You have needs too Alan.”

“When the opportunity presented itself, almost seven years ago now, I wasn’t…strong enough to resist it.”

“It’s okay Alan.  It happens.  It happens all the time.”

“No, it’s not okay.”  He looks down at her.  “Marriage is vow, a bond, and I broke it.  That means something to me.”

“I know.”  She says softly.  “It’s a matter of honor, and you are an honorable man.”

He nods, thankful for her understanding.  “I tried to hide it for awhile but these things always have a way of coming around again.  The secretary tried to blackmail me the moment I cut things off.  She called Evelyn when I wouldn’t pay.”  He looks back to the bay.  “Things have never been the same since.”  He scoffs humorless.  “I think she’s been cheating on me ever since then.  I know she has.  Once I shattered our vow she took the opportunity to find what she needs in the arms of another.  It eats me up inside but in a weird way…I’m happy for her.”

“You’re sure about that?  You’re sure she’s cheating on you?”

“I don’t know exactly how or with who.  I don’t have any evidence, I’d rather not have evidence honestly, but deep down…I know.  But what can I say to her?  I was the one to mess things up.  I was the one who broke our vows.”

“You are only human.  So is she.  It’s okay not to be perfect.”

“I wish it were.  Despite it all, I still love her just the same and I think she still loves me.  She’s the mother of my son, we’ve been through so much together, I can honestly say I wouldn’t be where I am today without her at my side.”  He says.  “I don’t want to lose her Kitty.  Isn’t that crazy?  Even though she is unfaithful…I don’t want to lose her.  Marriage is a wonderful thing, until it isn’t.”  He looks back down to Kitty and tenderly strokes her curly hair.  “I don’t want you to make that same mistake Kitty.  Be true to your man baby girl.  Don’t be like me.”

Kit takes his big hand in hers.  “You called me baby girl.”

He pets her hair again, this time playing gently with the tips as he gets to the end.  “Be a good girl Kitty.”

“I’m afraid it is far too late for that Alan.”  Bringing his hand up she says.  “You are a good man.  A rare specimen in this world.  But I…am a bad, bad, nasty, filthy, wicked, naughty little girl.”  She kisses his fingertips.  “It’s not my fault though…I didn’t have a Daddy to discipline me and set me straight.  Poor, poor, little me.”  With that she parts her lips and purses them around the tip of his thick index finger.  “Mmmm.”  She hums softly as she begins to suck.

He doesn’t pull away, instead he runs his finger through her hair and is mesmerized by her soft sucking.  “Hah!”  He gasps as her eyes flare and she suddenly bites him!  Not lightly either.  Evelyn never did that before!  He grits his teeth as the bite tightens nearly to the point of breaking skin.

With the feral look of a wildcat Kitty holds his fingers between her bared teeth and her tongue laps furiously at the tip.  Letting him go she gives him a smile the devil himself would shudder at.  “I want you to fuck my face Big Daddy.”

He looks at the indentations her teeth had left on his finger and then back to her savage expression.  “Kit…”

“I want to choke on your big fat cock as you force it down my slutty throat.  I want you to fill my filthy whore mouth with your sweaty hairy balls.  I want you to bend me over, hold me down, and fuck me like the beast that I know you are.”  Her eyes pan over his big manly physique, lingering on the bulge still showing through his coveralls.  “Show me your power Daddy.  Let me feel you!  Do to me what you never could to your prim and proper wife Big Daddy.”  Undulating her lithe body and running her hands up her sides to then grab her breasts she hisses.  “I want to be your sin Daddy.  I want to be your next big mistake.  You are no soft little boy like Donny.  I want you to show me how a REAL man fucks.”  She bites her plump bottom lip as her eyes burn with uncontrolled lust.  “Show me that I really am your baby girl, Daddy.”

Alan, his face stony and unreadable, stares down at her…then rises to his full fearsome height.  His broad shoulders rise, his great chest swells, and suddenly the whole garage is filled with his masculine energy.  From Kitty’s point of view she stood at the feet of a true giant.  He runs his fingers through her curly hair once more, she presses into his hand welcoming the touch, before he takes a handful in a firm grip.  “I told you not to call me that.”

Kitty stares defiantly straight into his gray storm cloud eyes.  “Make me!”