. TimI hear her crying at night. Crying for a child that wasn’t ours ... hers and her lover’s. She’s paying a terrible price for her poor judgem...nt and indiscretions. I still love her although it’s been severely damaged by her actions. I can’t fix her. The boys shamed me into letting her stay here while she healed. I’m ok with that. She’s still my wife for at least two more months. My vows said in sickness and in health. I’m honoring that part of it as I always have. It was late, I opened her. I knew I should be a little diplomatic with my answer."Well, she's sexy like her mom." She's on the pill, remember, so it's okay to cum. She wants your cum, Greg."Now that made me wonder just how much this was maybe planned out by the two of them. Could that really be? But I decided to just hold the thought back and let Jessa do her thing. Well, she was doing my thing, really and it was so good."Yeah, Daddy, I want my daddy's cum. Put it in your baby girl's pussy, Daddy, come on, fill me up. He hated every second of it. I think it broke him inside every time he did it to you as well. He only did it because Estelle made him. Besides he never smacked you very hard.”And I say “He did so.”And Jen kind of snorts out a laugh and she says “No. He really didn’t hit you hard. Remember I’m the one who put cream on your bum afterwards so I know he didn’t hurt you. I’m guessing it stung a bit when he was smacking you but after I put the cream on the sting went away pretty quickly. Is that. I remember how good your hand feels.” He was jacking off in the dark of our backyard. “Tell me something nasty.”“Andrew Muldurhoek,” I cried, tears close. “Let me talk with your father!”“I want you to come back, Mom. I want your hand. I learned some new stuff, and I need to try it all out.” He huffed and puffed. I could only imagine him thinking about those new, and likely terrible things he wanted to try with me.“I’m going to hand up.” I misspoke.“I want your hand, Mommy. I want your hand up.