D.I.L.F. (BWWM)

Deception.

He knew now then that Charm and Deception went hand in hand.

He couldn't fathom the thought of innocence coinciding with beauty, not when his wife of seventeen years stood before him, her orange skin glistening with sweat and her thighs painted with her lover's cum.

Oh, how he loved her.

But that tan, though....

He did whatever he could for her.

He sacrificed going to college so he could work, put her through school and manage to buy diapers and formula for their infant daughter.

He gave up late nights with the guys and Sunday dinners with his family so she could enjoy the nearing years marking the end of her adolescence. He knew it was a problematic pregnancy she faced, carrying their daughter at the tender age of 16 was definitely hard on her, so he didn't nag, he didn't quarrel; he simply worked, striven, and tried taking care of his wife.

Her degree in Child Development went to waste the moment he hit gold and got the promotion of a lifetime. She begged him to encourage her desire to be a housewife, and he, without secondary thought, smiled and nodded like the good little lap dog he was.

Though the promotion was a farewell to his meager wages, he had to work even harder than he used to so that his wife's comfort was ensured. He could've used a little help with the bills and mortgage, yet whenever he brought up the discussion, Lori Caine wouldn't have it.

She raved. She argued. She cried. And he would double up on his work, sometimes not able to come home at nights so his wife could be comfortable.

He hired a nanny for their daughter. He couldn't be around like he wished, and apparently, his wife was busy with miscellaneous tasks around town. The nanny and Lori never got along, especially upon finding out that the nanny's daughter seemed to have struck up a friendship with their little Larissa. He never minded much. His daughter was happy.

But he couldn't seem to understand what it was, exactly, that kept his wife busy, as a housewife who sought a cleaning business and chef to do all of her duties. So much so that she neglected the needs of their daughter.

Now, he knew why.

She fumbled for words, gripping the cross hanging from her slender neck, the same necklace her Pastor daddy had given her upon giving birth.

"Sweet daughter,", he said to his daughter seventeen years ago. ", God had already forgiven you, I know this. But you must stop running away from him. You will be a vile woman if you do."

She scoffed at the older man and shooed him out of her hospital room.

Pastor Darby shook his head at his daughter, a girl he raised on his own after her mother disappeared on her soon after her birth. He turned to his son-in-law and smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry.", he rasped, limping to the nearest exit.

He knew then why the old man was sorry, but back then, he was beyond furious.

Who was he to insult his wife?

He could see, by the wrinkles forming around her eyes, the drooping skin around her neck and under her arms that she had been, indeed, running.

Running from loyalty, faithfulness, love, honesty, truth, responsibilities, motherhood, and most importantly, her husband.

Yet all he could think of was her horrible tan.

She could give Donald Trump a run for his money. Bright orange with red splotches, her skin's elasticity had been taking advantage of because of her tanning habit...or problem, whatever suits her issue.