The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth - Sex Stories

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

... and sat in the station wagon. I'm scared stiff that I've lost them forever. Can't we get the restraining and freeze orders removed and let Dave see the kids?"

"I'll think about it," Peter said, knowing he was deflecting. He had no intention of softening his stance. The situation would just have to be toughed out.

It wasn't a disastrous start to the day. Jane's kids loosened up a little around the pool and the baby. Brent showed up but didn't interact. Fiona stayed for the catered dinner, but Mike had to leave early; something about a meeting. Fiona's eyes followed her husband out the door, her expression strange enough to draw Peter's attention. He sidled up to her, asking what was on her mind. She told her father that this was the third Sunday in a row her husband claimed he had a meeting, which, with other abnormal behaviours, made her suspect he might be having an affair.

Mike had been a business colleague of Peter's before he introduced him to Fiona. Although Mike was ten years her senior, Peter had endorsed the match. He couldn't believe, or possibly couldn't allow himself to believe, that Mike was doing the dirty on his daughter and granddaughter. In a quiet huddle, he asked Fiona if she and Mike had shared find-a-phone apps on each other's cells. Cursing herself for not thinking of that, Fiona admitted they had and handed her phone, unlocked, to her father; eyes pleading for him to prove her gut feeling wrong.

When he whispered his plan to Jane, she asked ...

... to accompany him and, welcoming all the alone time with her he could get, he agreed. Fiona was happy to look after Jane's tribe as they frolicked in the pool. Peter and Jane jumped in her station wagon, much less conspicuous than his Bentley, and raced off.

The directions the app gave them were only halfway across town, and Peter's heart sank as they got closer and closer to the area of cheap motels near the airport. The function finally told them they'd reached their destination when they were outside one of them. Peter asked Jane to pull into the carpark around the back. There was Mike's car, large as life, outside room 120. Jane backed into a vacant spot on the opposite side of the quad, just as a little Renault, a car Peter thought of as a pregnant roller-skate, pulled in beside Mike's.

Peter's stomach knotted when a young woman, who he recognised as Mike's PA, stepped out, and walked straight to the door of room 120. She paused, taking a moment to adjust her cleavage. Jane flinched. She'd performed the same action many times during her affair with Peter. Bosom now high and proud, the PA raised her hand and knocked. Peter and Jane were halfway out of the car before the room door opened. They both had a good view of Mike kissing the new arrival and not in a 'they're-just-friends' way either.

Peter was livid. Jane held back at the car as Peter strode toward the embracing couple. The latter sprang apart at Peter's roar across half the carpark.

"You back-stabbing, ...