Double-Booked Dicking

Guys often referred to eighteen-year-old Brenda as a bombshell or Double-Booked Dicking house for good reasons. With a 36C-26-36 figure, she could have any guy she wanted, and she had many. She’s also had several female sexual partners, but not the sex partner she really wanted: her father.

Her father, Samuel (commonly known as Sam), and mother, June, have been married for twenty years. June was a stay-at-home Mom, and Sam worked at a local craft beer brewery. The past five have been rocky, mainly over money problems and because Sam suspected that June was having an on and off relationship with her yoga instructor.

After Double-Booked Dicking of listening to bickering over this subject, Brenda decided it was time to advance her cause. She suggested that Sam install a GPS tracker on her car so he could see where June went. Sam thought that was a reasonable idea; it would either confirm his suspicions or remove them. It wouldn’t solve June’s bickering over money but might remove the other issue.

Over the following month, June’s car went to an address across town twice a week, immediately following her yoga class, and stayed there for about an hour. He decided to see who lived there, and sure enough, it was her yoga instructor.

On June’s next yoga instruction day, Sam took the day off from work but left the house as he usually did. He knew her yoga class schedule and what time she usually got to her instructor’s house, so he just waited at a diner until after she would arrive there.

Fifteen minutes after she arrived at her instructor’s house, Sam came and opened the hood of her car. He pulled four spark plug wires, closed the hood, and went home to wait for her frantic call that the car wouldn’t start. As he waited for her call, he wondered how she would explain being there. She gave him the address and asked him to fix her car when she called.

He went back to the instructor’s house and, while reconnecting the spark plug wires, casually asked, “Why’re you in this part of town? It’s not on the way home from your yoga lessons.”

“I just felt like taking a drive, Sam,” June responded.

“June, don’t B.S. me. You’ve been at this house after every yoga lesson for at least a month. I also know this is your yoga instructor’s house!” Sam exclaimed.

“Sam, I can explain,” said June.

“There’s no explaining your cheating on me,” he replied.

“Sam, you haven’t been interested in sex, so I had to find it somewhere else,” she tried to explain.

“Double-Booked Dicking, you never said anything to me about your needs. You’re nothing but a whore as far as I’m concerned. I’m going to file for divorce. You can either move out or move into the guest room, I don’t care. If you stay, you’ll get no money from me. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to the bank and I’ll open an account in my name only and transfer the money in our joint account to it. I’ll need it for the divorce lawyer,” Sam declared.

“You can’t leave me penniless!” June exclaimed.

“That’s the way you were when we got married!” he shouted, then got in his car and went home.

When he got home, he told Brenda what had happened.

“Is that bitch coming back here?” she asked.

“I don’t know, Brenda. If she does, I told her she’ll have to move into the guest room,” Sam explained.

Two hours later, June returned to their house.