Widower finding purpose in loss

I thought I'd be ok when I saw Dad
But after I grabbed my suitcase I turn and see him walking towards me, everything that has been going wrong for so long and the ending of my relationship catches up.

"Ohhh Daddy!!!!!!!"

Throwing myself in his arms, crying again like a 12 year old.

He just holds me, patting my back, I'm sure he has no idea what's going on and why I'm crying so.

then he says

, “Let’s just get you back to the house.” I know it’s not ‘home’ to her. She never lived there. “And we can talk….”

Shit, I'd forgotten he and mom were building that house for them. They took me threw it part way through the construction. I looked like was going to be good
"Your living in the new house now Dad?"
 
“Yes, honey. For the last 6 months. I thought I told you?” Lindsay must have been so caught up in the tumultuous relationship that she really didn’t pay much attention to our discussions.

I keep holding Lindsay. It’s like she’s that hormonal, over emotional teen all over again.

“Let’s get out of here…”. I hold Lindsay’s hand and take the suitcase from her. We walk to the garage in silence. I open the car door for her and put the suitcase in the frunk. It barely fits.

As we drive, I hold Lindsay’s hand silently. I know she has SO much to tell me, but I want to get her someplace safe first. I think Lindsay can feel the need for a few moments of silence in safety.

We pull up to the house and into the garage. Once there, we walk to the kitchen and I seat Lindsay. I grab a bottle of red wine and pour her a huge glass.

“I’m ready to listen whenever you want to talk. But you’re home and safe, honey.”
 
Lindsay looks down at the drink in her hand, raising it to her lips, she drinks some.

'Daddy, he kicked me out. I'm not sure why he didn't really give me a reason. I was given only enough time to pack the suitcase and call a cab, he wouldn't even drive me.'

'He emptied our bank account, I only was able to pay for tickets using the credit card you gave me'

'I don't know what I did or didn't do to make him do that'

'I know he's been distant latey, I suspect he was having an affair, but he denies it, just told me to leave and never come back'

'I don't know why I have such terrible luck with men'

By the time I'm done talking I'm crying again.
The not knowing why hurts the most
 
I'm shocked. Lindsay had been with him for several years. Helen and I thought we'd be getting grandkids due to this relationship.

I patiently listen.

'I don't know what I did or didn't do to make him do that'

"Oh honey. I... I just don't know what to say. I'm so sorry. He's a selfish asshole and he doesn't deserve you."

I hug Lindsay close and she starts to cry.

'I know he's been distant lately, I suspect he was having an affair, but he denies it, just told me to leave and never come back I don't know why I have such terrible luck with men'

"Well, you're home now. More wine, a nice hot shower, and then some more wine. Followed by ice cream. Sound good?"

My phone lights up. It's a message from Rachel. It just says, "How is it going?" I see Lindsay's eyes dart to the phone and a questioning look on her face.
 
"Well, you're home now. More wine, a nice hot shower, and then some more wine. Followed by ice cream. Sound good?"

"Sounds fantastic!!!! Uhmmm one question where do I sleep?"

My phone lights up. It's a message from Rachel. It just says, "How is it going?" I see Lindsay's eyes dart to the phone and a questioning look on her face.

Seeing the text from Rachel on your phone. I look at you
"Rachel Dad??? is there something I should know?"
 
"Sounds fantastic!!!! Uhmmm one question where do I sleep?"

"Oh, the guest bedroom, honey. It's all made up." Oh SHIT. Is it? I wonder if Rachel changed the sheets or even made the bed? Are the linens going to smell like Rachel from the other night when she slept there?

"Rachel Dad??? is there something I should know?"

"Honey. Everyone that loves you is worried about you... I'm sure you could invite her over if you want to vent to her about bad men." I purposefully leave out the WHY. WHY is Rachel texting me...
 
'"Oh, the guest bedroom, honey. It's all made up."

"Ok Dad, just point the way!!! I'd like to rinse off the trip and him!!!"

You start leading me down the hallway, I see the red door, and wonder what that's for

Once you open the door, I see the room, very neat, bed is made up, turned down just like nice hotel room.

I turn in the doorway as you put the suitcase up on the bed

Hugging you tight.

"Thanks for being here for me Daddy!'

"Honey. Everyone that loves you is worried about you... I'm sure you could invite her over if you want to vent to her about bad men."


Still wondering she she texted you.

I Text her

"Hey Rachel"
"Dad picked me up, I'm staying at the new house. What's say we meet up tomorrow for lunch?"
Not mentioning that I saw her text
 
I lead you to the bedroom. When you open the door, I'm pleased to see the bed perfectly made. I shouldn't have worried about it - Rachel is perfect at everything.

I put up the suitcase and then I start daydreaming about Rachel's kiss. Her lips, her scent.

Hugging you tight.

"Thanks for being here for me Daddy!'


"Of course, Lind. I'm here.. always!" I point to the guest bedroom bathroom. "Nice shower and tub in there. Probably is a good idea to rinse yourself of him."

I walk out and grab my phone. I text Rachel. "She's okay. Heartbroken and confused. She's taking a shower now. I think Wine and Ice Cream will start the healing process."
 
I get two texts almost back to back
One from Lindsay

"Hey Rachel"
"Dad picked me up, I'm staying at the new house. What's say we meet up tomorrow for lunch?"


"That's great, and lunch tomorrow sounds perfect you can fill me, and I can fill you in on what's going in my life"

Then one from you

"She's okay. Heartbroken and confused. She's taking a shower now. I think Wine and Ice Cream will start the healing process."


"Sounds good, chocolate Ice Cream I hope!!!!"
"I'm sorry if my text came in at a bad time for you"
 
I text back, "She noticed it. Not sure if she could read it, but she certainly noticed it. You might be in for some questions. Thx for the chocolate info. I'll go grab it now."

I hop in the car and go to the grocery store real quick to pick up some chocolate ice cream.

When I get home, Lindsay is in the kitchen wearing a robe. THE SAME robe you wore... oh shit.

Lindsay holds up a pair of panties asking who they belong to.
 
When I finished my shower, I go and start putting my clothes away. Finding a pair panties on the floor, somewhat kicked under the bed.
A robe that smells of a woman

Standing in the kitchen waiting for my dad

When he walks in, his jaw drops

Holding out the panties

'Dad??? Want to tell who's these are? you haven't mentioned dating'
 
I look at Lindsay, I'm suddenly caught. My mind says, you are her Dad. You don't answer to her.

"Lindsay, it's been a LONG time since your mom died. 18 months. I'm only human. I have needs too. I didn't mean to mislead you, but I also didn't want to make a big deal out of it." Not to mention I've fallen for your ex-lover and best friend. NO. Don't let that come out of your mouth. How do you get out of this, Mark? "Yes, I've started dating a bit."

I pull the ice cream from the bag. "Ice cream now, or more wine first? We can hop in the hot tub if you want to relax that way." Yes. Change the subject. Great job, Mark.
 
"Lindsay, it's been a LONG time since your mom died. 18 months. I'm only human. I have needs too. I didn't mean to mislead you, but I also didn't want to make a big deal out of it." Not to mention I've fallen for your ex-lover and best friend. NO. Don't let that come out of your mouth. How do you get out of this, Mark? "Yes, I've started dating a bit."

I listen and then realize he has every right to date. It's been a long time since mom passed away
'I'm sorry dad of course you can date, in fact I'm glad you are!! You deserve to have someone in your life. It just caught me by surprise'
'Will I get to meet your mystery woman soon? Tell me about her, how did you meet, what's her name?'

"Ice cream now, or more wine first? We can hop in the hot tub if you want to relax that way."

'I think more wine, I'm not the only one that needs to talk'
 
'I think more wine, I'm not the only one that needs to talk'

Shit
.

I grab the bottle of wine and pour you another large glass. "More wine it is."

I walk away for a moment and grab another bottle.
Think, Mark! Ok. Tell the truth just leave out names and anything else that could lead her to know you're totally into her bff and first lover. SHIT. How fucked is this?

When I return, I have my plan. "Let's hit the hot tub. It's such a gorgeous night. Did the asshole at least let you get your bathing suit?"
 
When I return, I have my plan. "Let's hit the hot tub. It's such a gorgeous night. Did the asshole at least let you get your bathing suit?"

'Ok sounds good dad!!'
'No he didn't but I have tank tops and shorts, is that ok?'
'Oh, before I forget, having lunch with Rachel tomorrow, do you still work from home? I was thinking she my like the hot tub'
 
'Ok sounds good dad!!'
'No he didn't but I have tank tops and shorts, is that ok?'


Oh shit. Wet tank top and shorts? After all the stoking of my repressed desire for you by Rachel? This isn't a good idea.
"Yeah, shorts and a tank are fine." I feel my cock swelling in my slacks. This is a bad idea.

'Oh, before I forget, having lunch with Rachel tomorrow, do you still work from home? I was thinking she my like the hot tub'
"Yes honey, I'm working from home tomorrow. You two can feel free to use the hot tub all you want." And I might be spying on you a bit while you do......

I'm going to hell.
 
"Yeah, shorts and a tank are fine."

"Ok, let me go change while you fire it up. I haven't been your new one"

When I go to the room, I text Rachel

'Hey Rach, I talked to my dad and he said you can come over tomorrow for a hot tub talk?;
'He'll be working so just the two of us'

I read the text
What is he thinking all three of us there at the same time.
Unable to think of a believable reason to say no

"Ok, only if you're sure we won't bother your dad!!, around 11 work?"

When I get her reply
I go downstairs out to the hot tub.

I don;t see my dad, so I just slip into it.
I immediately realize that this is a top of the line one.
 
I go back to the Master bathroom and text Rachel.
"Hot tub time. Hoping to find out what really happened between Linds and the asshole. Hurting for her." I hit send, then send an immediate second message. "Going to pretend I'm blind. She doesn't have a bathing suit so just 'tank top and shorts.' Ugh."

I change into my swimming boardshorts and head out to the pool area. Before heading there I look out back and notice Lindsay's attire as she snaps a selfie in one of the mirrors. Tiny doesn't do it justice.
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Gavk0nTaoAAyCOs?format=jpg&name=medium

I grab the two glasses and the second bottle of wine. I walk out and notice her eyeing the play bed area. Shit, the sheets are still a little disheveled from that first night with Rachel. Hoping all her squirting from the toy play didn't leave stains. I REALLY didn't prepare for this whole thing very well. Was too busy making love to Rachel this afternoon. Get it together Mark!

I hand Lindsay the glass of wine and settle into the custom hot tub, attached to the pool.
 
'Hey Dad, boy you really stepped it up with this tub!!!! Makes the one at the old house, look like a bath tub.'

I'm settled in already. leaning back against the wall. With any other man I'd be worried about how transparent my top is, but this is Dad.

'Do you get out here much? Bring your new girlfriend????'
smiling at you because I had noticed the sheets disheveled on the day bed.
 
“You know, I DO spend a good amount of time here. Right after I moved in, it was only like a month after Mom died. The house wasn’t finished until then. I’d sit out here and drink WAY too much, just wallowing in my own pity. Then I had a moment of clarity and I started working out almost non stop as soon as work was done. Then I’d come out here and heal my aching muscles from the over-workouts.”

My eyes drift along Lindsay’s neck, chest, and transparent white tank. Her nipples almost completely visible. Looks SO much like her Mom did at this age. Fuck she’s gorgeous. And she’s your daughter, Mark.

I decide to leave the girlfriend comment alone.

“So.. The asshole. What happened? You said it was a surprise. But did you see anything hinting it was coming? I’m assuming you’re filing for divorce…”
 
“You know, I DO spend a good amount of time here. Right after I moved in, it was only like a month after Mom died. The house wasn’t finished until then. I’d sit out here and drink WAY too much, just wallowing in my own pity. Then I had a moment of clarity and I started working out almost non stop as soon as work was done. Then I’d come out here and heal my aching muscles from the over-workouts.”

I think about it
"Ok that makes sense, I remember you basically shut me out, I'd get a one or two response if at all from my text, and you NEVER answered you phone."

"Well I'm home now and I'll take care of you, and picking up around the house. Not saying you're messy, just your a man and I know how mom would've kept it"

"Plus frankly I need some time of piece and quiet, come to terms with my life or lack of"

“So.. The asshole. What happened? You said it was a surprise. But did you see anything hinting it was coming? I’m assuming you’re filing for divorce…”

that question causes me to tear up, I wipe them away, take a big swallow of the wind, too early for a real drink I guess

"Him, well he never told me anything, just get out, get my junk and go"
more wine
"Last night I finally answered some of my friends text messages. Turns out he's been cheating on me, some bitch from his work and he got her pregnant!!! I've been asking to have a baby for ever, and gives her one?"
"I also talked to one of his friends, who is also mine and works with them"

"He got fired from work, something about missing money and product"

"I'm so glad I kept my inheritance separate although explains why he was putting pressure to put into our joint account. Which is empty by the way"

"Yes I think I'm going to divorce him and take the house!!! It was mostly my money we used to buy it."

"I need a good lawyer, I figured I'd to Rachel about that, I know she mentioned needing one too"

Standing up, I go over and give you a kiss.

"Think I'm going to go for a swim, work off some of the tension"

I go to the deep end, and dive in
 
I listen to Lindsay intently as she admits the severity of her husband’s behavior. Looks like he’s spent the entire joint bank account. He’s gotten his coworker pregnant, and throwing my perfect daughter out on her ass because of his own transgressions.

"I need a good lawyer, I figured I'd to Rachel about that, I know she mentioned needing one too".

I didn’t know Rachel needed one. Dammit, I haven’t gotten that deep with her yet. We’ve just been so focused on us I haven’t asked the right questions. DAMMIT, Mark.

“Casey. That’s who you need to talk to. He does the books for our company and I’m using him for this CFO embezzlement nonsense. I know he’s got several partners that do divorce. An earlier executive had to use them when their much younger wife tried to take them to the cleaners.” Dammit. You’ve now told her about the embezzlement stuff. Mark! Focus!

You stand up and I can see everything. It’s almost as if you’re nude in front of me with your tiny shorts and drenched white cotton top. I can feel myself harden. Dad’s shouldn’t feel this way, Mark.

As if you read my mind on what NOT to do, you stand up and get out of the hot tub, right next to me. Your nipples obvious through the semi-transparent top. Your cleavage almost in my face. And those tiny ‘workout shorts.’ I can see the outline of…. Oh God.

You walk to the pool and say over your shoulder, "Think I'm going to go for a swim, work off some of the tension"

Fuck. I need Rachel to help me work off some of the tension. Tonight, I’d take her to the red room… If I could.

I watch as Lindsay does laps. A confused father, thoroughly confused.
 
“Casey. That’s who you need to talk to. He does the books for our company and I’m using him for this CFO embezzlement nonsense. I know he’s got several partners that do divorce. An earlier executive had to use them when their much younger wife tried to take them to the cleaners.”

"Ok Dad, thanks, when you have a chance can you give him my number, if he'd have one of his divorce lawyers contact me I'd appreciate it"

As I'm doing my laps, it occurred to me, my Dads eyes were wandering quite a bit. Maybe??? Or maybe I'm crazy he's my dad for Pete's sake!!!!

I hope the lawyer can help me. I'm pretty sure he's stashed the money somewhere, and with the lawyers connection to the financial team of Dad's
I know I should bigger then this, but I want him to suffer.

I thin about Rachel how nice it will be see her, wondering what's she's been up to. She mentioned seeing someone, but no details about it. I hope he's a nice guy she deserves one!!!

I'm also thinking about her and I making love. We were each others first and it's a piece of our relationship that has never died, although we did have to keep if from boyfriends or husbands.

It's been so long since someone else has given me an orgasm, driving me crazy!!!!

Before I get totally winded, I climb out.
Dad is still sitting in the hot tub

I go over and sit on the edge beside him.

"So Dad, is your business OK? You mentioned embezzlement???"
 
After her swim, Lindsay comes over and sits on the edge of the hot tub. It’s as if she’s TRYING to taunt me with the see through clothing and her perfect body. Toned stomach, breasts, larger than Rachel’s. Pouty lips.

MARK. STOP.

“Oh, honey. The business will survive. This is just a messy and expensive hiccup I’m having to deal with. Not like we’re unable to pay payroll or our vendors. Just that I can’t exactly say ‘flush with cash’ right now when describing our books. The damn CFO grabbed a good chunk of the company’s investments before I found it and fired his ass. Casey and his team will get it back if the money still exists.”

I feel my eyes linger on her form again. I turn my head away so I physically can’t look at her.

“I think I’m going to head to bed. Is there anything you need?”
 
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"I think I’m going to head to bed. Is there anything you need?”

"No dad, I'm good, Think I'll dig through my clothes you brought over here for a swimsuit"
"And give Rachel a call we can work out where we're going to meet tomorrow"

going over to you giving you hug and goodnight kiss

"Thanks for being here for me Dad!!!! I love you"

After you head up, I take the glasses in and rinse them out.

Going to my room, still very curious who dads new friend is

I go though the clothes I have, and come up empty for a swimsuit.
No worries, I know where the store mom used is, and last time I was here my name was still on the account.
Maybe Rachel will want to go shopping.

Laying on the bed I grab my phone
This reminds me of when we used to talk on the phone at night, after our parents went to sleep

"Hi Rachel?"
"Hi Lindsay, did you get to your Dad's ok?"

"Yes he picked me up, we've been playing catchup"
"I'm at his new place, you have to see this!!!!"
"It's a shame mom didn't get to enjoy it"
"Anyways Do you want to come over tomorrow? I can text you the address"
"I do have to buy a new suit, was going to the store they have an account at? Meet there, then come here for a dip in the hot tub?"
"Dad does have to work, may stick his head out. But he promised not to bug us!!!"


"That sounds good, I have to work in the morning, say 12:00? I can take you out for lunch first"

After Lindsay hangs up, I wonder if it will be safe to go to the store with her, in case a clerk remembers me.
I text hime

"Hi honey, just talked to Lindsay she wants to go clothes shopping tomorrow I think the place you took me, will that be safe?"
 
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