As Jordan walked over to the washing machine, he felt a ball of cloth hit the back of his head.
“Sorry! I was aiming for the basket!” Mia said, covering the intimate bits of her dazzling tanned body behind the corner wall of the hallway. She displayed a small preview of the smooth curves around her hips and the soft, round semi-circle of her left tit pressed against the wall. “I also don’t have a towel, so just dry one for me really quick?”
“Sure,” Jordan said, swallowing a small knot of saliva that built in his mouth from looking at her longer than he should have.
Mia smiled, unknowingly, and disappeared around the wall. Jordan sighed, kneeling to pick up the wet clothes that were tossed at him. They were so soaked that if Mia was walking back home covered in detergent, they’d be ready to try. In the pile, he noticed a lacy blue string of cloth folded tightly between the jeans and tank top. The moment he pulled it out of the pile, the object itself pulled a small gasp from his mouth. A delicate set of small, lacy blue panties sat in his palm; a stark contrast from the boy-like underwear he teased her about wearing. He tucked them away into the pile and smiled, shaking his head.
You never really know someone until you see their underwear. Or something like that, he thought.
His hands sank into the machine after lifting the cover. Doing chores like that was a familiar feeling for him, but what made him feel so awkward was the fact he was doing them himself. Looking at the machine reminded him of the times he and his wife would turn it to the highest setting and commence to make even stronger vibrations on top. While they would wait for the load to finish, he would have her pinned on top of the machine with her legs spread, pounding into that familiar little hole while he delivered her another particular load; several. She had a high sex drive, and Jordan had an even higher one to match, but it still didn’t justify what she did to him.
It was the beginning of his new life without a wife and a best friend; a life he’d have to share with a daughter that wasn’t his own.
Will I be able to fight the demon of temptation while also fighting the battle of debt? Find out on the next episode on ‘My Fucked-up Life’, he thought. Little did Jordan know that Mia was indeed going to deliver on her promise and eventually get them both exactly what they wanted.
**
The next Monday, Mia burst through the front door and slammed her fists excitedly on the kitchen table. The force almost toppled the cup of coffee Jordan had in his hands.
“You’re not going to believe this!” an excited Mia shouted.
Jordan didn’t make much of a reaction; he simply stared and smiled at her as she entered.
“You going to get me another coffee?” he asked, gesturing to the breakfast on the table he made for her.
“What? No. That’s your problem,” she laughed. “Remember what I told you before?”
Jordan sighed with a smile, facing his cup, but with his eyes pointed at Mia. “Yeah, and I also remember telling you not to worry.”