Faegan’s Deception

Faegan's Deception

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Author's notes: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. There's no underage sex. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. Constant collaborator, Challenger69, assisted as always. None of my stories use AI technology, not now and not ever.

Definition of Faegan: The underlying action of using flattery, deceit, and false praise to coerce or manipulate someone is exactly what connects these concepts. If a man uses smooth-talking and calculated charm to seduce a married woman, his behavior directly embodies the definition of Faegan.

1978:

Faegan ran a team of three commercial lenders with two credit analysts and a combination position of secretarial and junior financial analyst in the main Seattle branch for the Bank of California. The previous job holder took a job in their Tacoma branch. He had been sleeping with her as had his wife until her husband had hired an investigator and caught the three of them coming out of their hotel room at the Roosevelt Hotel which was located at Seventh Avenue and Pine Street. They had four children and were Catholic. She had cheated on him not just with Faegan, but the branch manager at both Seattle branches and the Tacoma branch.

She was wildly sexual and Faegan knew his wife Sylvia and Sophia would continue their liaison with or without him. He had no feelings for Sophia. Sylvia was his second wife and she was not any more interested in monogamy than Faegan.

He had graduated from the Air Force Academy in 1960 and went through flight training through a series of planes and ultimately was trained on the F-100 Super Saber. He arrived in Vietnam in the summer of July of 1964 as part of the 615th Tactical Fighter Squadron at Da Nang Air Force Base. Their principal role was as fighter bomber in support Army troops in action in South Vietnam and occasionally into North Vietnam to stop troop and supply movements, mostly though they support Army troops engaged in action against both Vietcong and NVA regulars.

When he deployed he had been married for two and one half years and had been caught by his first wife fucking her sister. He was served with divorce papers just before Thanksgiving in 1964. The day after Thanksgiving he was lit up by small arms fire (AK47) that blew off three of the fingers on his left hand, leaving his forefinger and thumb.

His ride was otherwise undamaged, and he made it back to Da Nang without damaging his plane. He was treated on base for a week and then flown to Clark Air Force base in the Philippines and a month later to Washington D. C. He received an Honorable Discharge and met his second wife Sylvia at Walter Reed medical center.

He ended up with his left hand resembling a lobster claw. He went through physical therapy and the hand got stronger, there had been surgery on the remaining finger and thumb with tiny, titanium rods inserted around all the knuckles in both the finger and thumb making them rigid. He lifted weights, small weights relentlessly so that his forearms resembled the cartoon character Popeye's forearms, like big hams for those who do not recall Popeye.

Sylvia who at the time unmarried but was sleeping with two doctors, one a Naval Commander and the other an Air Force Lieutenant Colonel was flirting with the young Captain. Faegan put his claw up her dress and rubbed her panties with the thick four inch finger and in short order she grabbed his shoulders and was moaning.

He was able to pull her panties down to her thighs and he vigorously banged her with the finger, which rubbed her g-spot, whilst the thumb would graze her clit. She came within five minutes and after fifteen minutes the orgasms were one after another and when he pulled his finger out she lay face down on his bed her gorgeous ass shook in mini-orgasms for several minutes.

Faegan did not have a long dick, perhaps six inches, but its girth was notable, beer can thick was how she later described it. He knew how to fuck and soon she was pushing her gorgeous ass back into him craving that fat dick, grunting and squeaking, cumming, exclaiming, "Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, don't stop."

He dropped his load in her cunt, draining his very full balls into her very fertile cunt. His divorce was final at that point and four months later when he was discharged she was aware that she was pregnant and was showing a baby bump. She was a civilian nurse, but at the time unmarried and she was asked to resign. Faegan (Bill) was in love with Sylvia and they drove across the country in her Pontiac Firebird to his parent's home in the Golden Heights neighborhood of San Francisco. His mother did not like his first wife but adored Sylvia as did her husband and could not wait to be a grandmother. They were married by a Judge in his parent's back yard and four months later, William Carlton Faegan, Junior was born.

He bought a lovely home in the Telegraph Hill neighborhood for forty two thousand dollars. He borrowed money from the Bank of California where his father was an executive vice present and put twenty per down and got a twenty year mortgage for thirty one thousand five hundred dollars. The rate on the mortgage was six point four percent and the monthly payment before taxes and insurance was two hundred and thirty three dollars.

Bill went to grad school at San Francisco State University getting a Master of Science degree in Business focusing on banking. Tuition for California residents was free.

Bill and Sylvia had a daughter Julia.

Bill started working upon graduation at the Bank of California headquarters in 1970 in the iconic twenty one story headquarters which blended the old headquarters with its six Corinthian Columns and the new structure. Bill's mother had insisted that Sylvia have a nanny and a maid. Their new nanny-maid was from Managua, Nicaragua. Her name was Estella Ortega and she said she was nineteen. She was a cousin of the cook at Bill's parent's home. Stella was five foot five and weighted one hundred forty pounds, give or take and defined voluptuous. She had thick lustrous black hair. Her oval face and heart shaped lips and large black eyes captivated Sylvia. Billy and Julia started calling her mama-Stella.

Sylvia loved her children but she was scatter brained and Stella's presence calmed her down and she became more attentive to her children.

She made a Nicaraguan version of red beans and rice with a sofrito of onions, garlic and chiles. She added sautéed prawns and slabs of warm queso frito which was fried cheese and fried sweet plantains (maduros), and soft scrambled eggs.

The portions for the kids were such that they did not overeat and Sylvia and mama-Stella drank coffee and the kids drank a rich beverage made from ground roasted cacao beans, rice, and cinnamon, blended together with cold milk and a touch of sugar, which was a thick chocolate milk.

If her babies did not gain weight, Sylvia who weighed a hundred and five pounds upon Stella's arrival within four months was up to one hundred and thirty pounds. She was certain that Faegan was cheating on her, from her intelligence gathering at amongst other bank executive's wives. She loved him still but was deeply hurt.

She nagged Faegan into getting a bigger home and he was aware of her unhappiness because one of the women that his wife had called was his affair partner. Two blocks from where their home was he bought a four bedroom home with a basement still on Telegraph hill. In San Francisco on the side of any of the many hills, but that specific one, a basement meant a ground floor with an in house garage and a mother in law apartment in the basement which is where Stella lived. The cost was eighty five thousand dollars and Bill put a down payment of twenty one thousand, five hundred dollars and the mortgage payment before taxes and insurance was four hundred and four hundred and thirty one dollars. Bill was now a vice president and was making eighty thousand dollars a year and a rainmaker in all three states for the bank, its largest commercial lender.

Bill was on a three week long business trip when Sylvia slipped in Stella's bed. She was crying and she asked her to hold her. She explained that she had received a large envelope with pictures of Faegan fucking a woman in a San Francisco hotel. Stella held Sylvia until she slept. Stella decided not to wake up Billy and Julia in the morning.

Sylvia awoke to Stella's face between her legs licking her slit which opened up like a blooming flower. Stella had been with men but preferred women and for two hours she brought Sylvia almost to an orgasm but would back off, which is now called edging. Sylvia begged her to finish her and when she did, Sylvia's back arched and she stared unseeing shaking as the orgasm ripped through her, animalistic noises came out of her, grunts and groans until the spasms controlling every muscle in her body relaxed and she tried to catch her breath.

Stella crawled up and laid her head on Sylvia's shoulder and gently kissed her jaw line and said, "You have no idea how beautiful you are Chilita do you?"

Sylvia said, "Chilita?"

Stella said, "It is something, an nickname of affection that you say to someone you love based on your name."

Sylvia said, "You love me?"

Stella said, "How could I not?"

Sylvia realized that she was far closer to Stella than she had ever been to anyone else and the tension and anger for Faegan's betrayal left her and she said, "I've actually known this with saying it. But I love you with all my heart."

Stella taught her how to make love to a woman and used cucumbers and zucchinis as sexual toys. They explained to Billy and Julia that like them their mama and mama-Stella loved each other and they were fine with that. Stella moved into Julia's bed.

When Faegan returned from Seattle, he had called Sylvia for the first time on the whole trip and told her he'd be home late after eleven, he did not notice the curtness in her simple, "Fine."

It was twelve thirty as he stopped at a massage parlor in ChinaTown which he'd been going to since high school and paid fifty dollars for a blow job. He parked in the street where the driveway to the garage was. He came into the house and went to the kitchen and separated his shirts to go to the laundry and then his socks, dirty underwear he pushed into a laundry chute. He went into the bathroom off the kitchen and peed, then tried to wash the smell off his crotch, forgot to flush the toilet and trudged upstairs to go to bed.

Pinned to the door were pictures of him fucking Eleni Avgeras the wife of his boss Stefan Avgeras. There were thirty of them.

He tried to open the door but the bolt was locked. He heard footprints and then a sheet of paper slid under the door and he picked up and there was hand written note.

'Bill, I've known about many of your lovers here in the city, but surely not all of them. We have not slept together in almost a year. You need to figure out if you want to stay married. You've hurt me terribly and I'm sure you don't love me anymore, like your first wife. Either sleep in Stella's bed she does not sleep there anymore or go to the old house. Your children miss you and would love to see you. They still think you love them. I am prepared for life without you, but I will get this house, alimony and child support if that's how you wish to go. 'S'

He had been standing there for about fifteen minutes utterly shell shocked when the sounds of a woman's orgasm came from what had been his bedroom and it was not Sylvia. He stood stock still and heard Stella softly say, "I love you Chilita."

He knew pigeon Spanish from his mother's maid and cook Ariella. He turned and went downstairs and got a his bottle of Famous Grouse scotch and filled a bucket of ice and grabbed a glass and went to the television room and sat on a leather couch and put the scotch and ice and made him a triple with ice and sat back sipping the scotch and reread the note.

He tried to recall the last time he fucked Sylvia and was shocked that he thought of it as fucking her. In either case, he could not remember actually, but knew it had been awhile. There had been dozens of women and knew that he was in love with Eleni, but she not with him. He was about to put the note on the table and noticed there was something else on the back.

It read, 'You gave me the clap you fuck, I had to get a goddamned shot'

He barely made it to the bathroom and vomited. He drove to San Francisco General Emergency Room in his silver BMW Bavaria, pounding through the gears. He presented the note when he finally was in front of the doctor. The doctor made him drop his drop his drawers. He stuck a very long swab up his pee-hole which hurt like hell. The doctor saw his wedding ring and his expensive wool slacks and Ferragamo loafers gave him a pill with water and then said, "Bend over."

Faegan yelled, "Fuck," when the doctor hammered his ass with the shot and pushed what seemed an eight ounce Coke bottle full of the Penicillin into his ass which took the better part of a minute.

The doctor said, "Pull your drawers up, the culture will take forty eight hours to grow, write down your phone number and name on the pad of paper."

Faegan did so and said, "Anything else?"

You need to sit here for twenty minutes so I can see if you have any reaction to Penicillin and left the room."

Thirty minutes later the harried doctor opened the door and said, "You're okay, you're married and probably gave it to your wife. If you did, and she divorces you she will get everything."

Driving back his left leg was numb and he went to the old house and went inside. There was a bed still in the master bedroom and he went into the house. He called his assistant and left a message that he needed a leave of absence and would call early the following week.

He was exhausted, deeply saddened by the turn of events and slept for ten hours.

Faegan called a childhood friend and asked her if she could have lunch with him at Fior d'Italia. Her name was Ashley MacDonald and a lesbian lawyer who had a family law practice. She was living with the sister of the owner of the restaurant and ordered in Italian and ordered an entrée of the Calamari as an appetizer and then two orders of Osso Bucco with sautéed spinach in butter and garlic and boiled asparagus with parmesan and a bottle of Sangiovese wine.

He told her everything and described as sliding into a life style. He described Sylvia scatterbrained which she was not before children and had quit eating and looked emaciated, until they hired a maid from Nicaragua and was now his Sylvia's lover. By the end tears ran from his face.

The calamari arrived with the wine and she asked the waiter in Italian for two baskets of bread. She said, "No wine for your, wait for the bread and eat that, dip it into the olive oil."

While he did that she picked at the calamari and a bite or two of bread and two glasses of wine and said, "You're fucked, she will get the kids, both houses, half your pension, alimony and child care. With the pictures and venereal disease many judges would not let you near your kids, not that you give a shit about them. If you play the lesbian card, without evidence, and if I'm your attorney I will refuse to do so, you will be laughed out of court."

She went on, "You need to eat both of their pussies, let them sit on your face and beg forgiveness. I will not file for divorce for you. If she does I will beg the court for couples counselling."

She stared at him and said, "You're an alcoholic. Dry up now. Eat up, you have not eaten in days."

He did and on the way home he went to ChinaTown and ordered three days' worth of fried rice, broccoli with beef, chicken feet and two orders of hum bow. He drove back to the old house and put the food in the fridge. He locked his front door and walked down the hill to St. Francis of Assisi parish where he had been confirmed as a thirteen year old. He'd not been to mass since he was required to go at the Air Force Academy and not to confession since he was in high school.

Today was confession and he felt like a hypocrite as waited in a pew for the half dozen older Italian women in front of him. When he left the confessional he was full of shame loaded up with years' worth of prayers before he would be allowed to go to mass at that parish. He stood out front of the parish when Sylvia, Stella and his children drove by in Stella's Volkswagen van and honked at him and the kids waved and Sylvia and Stella flipped him off and kept on driving.

He was devastated.

He walked back up the hill and turned on the television and watched the first game of the World Series featuring the Baltimore Orioles versus the Pittsburgh Pirates. He was an Oakland As fan and was rooting for the Orioles. In the third inning down three to one, Oriole Merv Rettenmund hit a three run homer off of Dock Ellis and they held on to win five to three.

He stood up and stretched and turned and there was Sylvia and Stella. He had not heard them walk in. He was paralyzed and the sight of the two, holding hands caused him to weep and he turned away embarrassed and was bent over at the waist.

He felt both of their hands on his back and arm pulling him up to a standing position. Sylvia reached up and wiped tears from his face and then Stella did the other side of his face.

Sylvia said, "Ashley called," she stared at him and continued, "what were you doing at St. Francis?"

They had never talked about religion and she had not been to church since she was a little girl before her parents divorced and it was a Methodist church. She grew up with her dad and his second wife as her mom had an affair with her best friend's husband.

He said, "I was confirmed there, by the same priest I went to confession with and he was not happy with me. I really fucked up Sylvia and I do not want to lose you and the kids."

Her reaction was to kiss Stella deeply, then turned back to him and said, "I'm in with Stella, so she's part of this now," pausing, and went on, "I believe Ashley gave you instructions."

He stared at her confused and then a light came into his eyes and said, "Whose first?"

Stella said, "I am, lay down on your back right now."

He did. She pulled off her panties and knelt down straddling his head facing his feet. She started riding and bouncing on his face like he was a dime store pony. At one point or another her pucker was rubbing and even was impaled on his pointy nose where her taint was on his face as his tongue was licking her lips. Sylvia unzipped his pants and pulled his drawers down which prompted Stella to pitch forward mashing her enormous tits in his chest and wrapped her lips around his thick dick while pointing at his balls to her beloved Chilita who nodded yes then took his entire ball sack into her mouth causing Faegan to groan which was muffled by Stella's dripping pussy.

Faegan grabbed Stella's hips and pulled her onto his face and his tongued diddled her love button causing her to buck all over his face as she came hard.

Sylvia pulled her off his face and said, "Ride his dick baby."

It had been years since a man was in her pussy as she straddled his hips she reached behind her and put the tip of his dick into her so tight pussy. It took almost ten minutes for him to stretch her pussy around that girthy monster and she came twice during the journey whilst Sylvia rubbed her clit.

Faegan grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her and after a minute, without leaving her pussy pushed her onto her hands and knees and pounded her hard, his hips smacking into big soft ass. He bent over and grabbed both of her tits and fucked her for twenty more minutes as she came over and over again then released his seed deep into her womb.

Stella was totally fucked out laying on her face whimpering as his seed ran from her pussy onto the floor confused as she had told Chilita that she was ovulating. Chilita however, wanted her belly full of Faegan's child because she knew he would not leave and that Stella would be a wonderful mother and she was totally in love with her.

They took a shower together and Sylvia got Faegan hard again his cock rejuvenated he once again entered Stella, but this time he gently made love to her as Sylvia and her embraced their tongues dueling and she softly pulled on Stella's long nipples who came over and over again until Faegan, his balls mostly drained he came one more time.

They all stood there. Sylvia said, "I love both of you. Faegan I hope to fuck you're done being an idiot."

He said, "I am."

Licking Stella's jaw she said, "You are a better mother to my children than I am and you take care of me darling, imagine your belly full of your child with Faegan and I know that you will love him too."

Faegan said, "I bought a bunch of takeout in ChinaTown and it's in the fridge."

Stella turned around smashing her breasts against his front and said, "Papi, I want your babies and and you will never need another woman."

She reached up and grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled him into a smoldering kiss. She padded into the kitchen and put on an apron covering her chest and found a large steel frypan and found some olive oil and poured it into the pan and emptied the three cartons of the fried rice into the pan letting it build up a crust. She found a large butcher knife and chopped up the chicken feet and added them and the broccoli with beef.

Sylvia put the hum bow on a cookie sheet and into the oven. Faegan with a big spatula said, "I've got this go sit down baby."

A couple of minutes later he looked over and saw Sylvia cleaning up Stella's messy pussy. She pulled back and smiled at Faegan, opening her mouth full of his seed and said, "Oops baby eat up and get strong, you know I love to swallow your cum."

She was wrong; Ana Alina Faegan was born almost nine months to the day. A year later, Marie Eleni Faegan was born into an unusual but loving family.

End.

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