08-03-2020, 03:14 AM
"Dad, are you okay?"
That evening.
It is my turn to pick up our daughter from her friend's place where she has gone after college. Usually, like all pre-teens, she just stays buried in her phone. But today, clearly I seem shaken enough that she actually notices me.
"Yeah, just a long day at work, sweetie."
Which is true. As shaken as I am by what I have discovered, I do have a full load of things at work. I drive back to the office from the mall and dunk myself into work. I try to postpone the inevitable but can't stop thinking about it either.
And that is when the self-doubt and self-loathing sets in. Can you blame her, I again ask myself. Look at Archana! She is still super hot! And charming and funny and charismatic and captivating! I lucked out that she picked me in high college and then stuck with me. But of course other men will pursue her. Other men have always pursued her.
I have never been insecure about that because, not to boast, but I am a catch myself. Approaching 40, I'm still the fit, lean, athletic, with a full head of hair. Young women still flirt with me. I have just never been interested in anyone. Seems like too much work to go through the whole dating and courting and seducing process. Leave me with my thoughts and my porn and I am good with that. And sex with Archana every few months.
But clearly she wants more. And she is getting more. Is she? With that fratboy guy, was it just kissing or much more? Is my wife naked with him and he is naked and putting his dick inside...urggg...stop thinking about this, I tell myself, or you will puke in the car in front of your daughter.
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That evening.
It is my turn to pick up our daughter from her friend's place where she has gone after college. Usually, like all pre-teens, she just stays buried in her phone. But today, clearly I seem shaken enough that she actually notices me.
"Yeah, just a long day at work, sweetie."
Which is true. As shaken as I am by what I have discovered, I do have a full load of things at work. I drive back to the office from the mall and dunk myself into work. I try to postpone the inevitable but can't stop thinking about it either.
And that is when the self-doubt and self-loathing sets in. Can you blame her, I again ask myself. Look at Archana! She is still super hot! And charming and funny and charismatic and captivating! I lucked out that she picked me in high college and then stuck with me. But of course other men will pursue her. Other men have always pursued her.
I have never been insecure about that because, not to boast, but I am a catch myself. Approaching 40, I'm still the fit, lean, athletic, with a full head of hair. Young women still flirt with me. I have just never been interested in anyone. Seems like too much work to go through the whole dating and courting and seducing process. Leave me with my thoughts and my porn and I am good with that. And sex with Archana every few months.
But clearly she wants more. And she is getting more. Is she? With that fratboy guy, was it just kissing or much more? Is my wife naked with him and he is naked and putting his dick inside...urggg...stop thinking about this, I tell myself, or you will puke in the car in front of your daughter.
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