One Wild Night

"What show was Tiffany talking about?" Lisa asked Anita curiously after they sat at the other end of the table, away from Tiffany, who was busy on her phone.

"Eric Howells invited mother and her daughters to his show," Anita explained since Tiffany had already let the cat out of the bag.

"Am I not one of the daughters? Why am I just hearing of it now? Don't answer that. Let me guess; mother asked you not to tell me about it because she doesn't want me on the show?" Lisa asked, and Anita shrugged without denying it.

Lisa shook her head, "She never ceases to amuse me. I wouldn't want to be on the same show with her even if I was being paid to do it, anyway," Lisa said, and Anita laughed.

"That cannot be true," Anita said, and Lisa raised a brow.

"It is the truth. The only reason I still visit her is because of you and Bernice. I have no business with her and Tiffany. They have negative energy, and whenever I'm around them, I always feel drained," Lisa said with a yawn as she reached for Anita's glass of drink on the table, and Anita picked it up and moved it away from her.

"You can't have this. There is alcohol in it," Anita said, and Lisa scowled.

"Why didn't Bernice reserve my own drinks, knowing I can't take alcohol? I feel so thirsty and unwelcome," Lisa complained, and Anita patted her hand.

"Give me a moment. I will go in and get you some juice or whatever nonalcoholic drink I can find," Anita offered.

Lisa smiled, "Thanks," Lisa said as she watched Anita leave.

As Anita walked into the kitchen, she met the chief housekeeper, "I need a glass of nonalcoholic drink for Lisa," Anita said, and the lady looked towards the backyard.

"Perhaps you should ask Lady Bernice. She reserved some drinks for her," the lady said, and Anita looked around.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know," the housekeeper said, and Anita nodded as she went around to find Bernice.

Away from there, Bernice sat on her bed; she clicked on her phone to check the CCTV footage so she would know where they were.

As she suspected, they were having a quickie in the restroom of the guestroom. Tears sprang to her eyes, and her heart sank as she watched her husband, who had never touched her, grab her mother's boobs from behind and fucking her passionately in a doggie position. 𝑓𝘳ℯ𝒆w𝘦𝘣𝙣𝘰ѵ𝘦𝚕.c𝗼𝓶

She had thought she would be happy to confirm her suspicion, but her head suddenly felt light, and she felt faint.

Her heart ached as she watched her mother mutter some dirty words and command her husband to fuck her.

Her own mother. How long had this been going on? This couldn't possibly be the first time they were doing this. Her heart ached as she watched them, and when she couldn't bear it anymore, she headed straight for the guestroom to confront them.

She didn't bother to knock when she got there. She pushed the bedroom door open and watched on her phone's screen as Rebekah and Adam turned their gaze to the door.

Rebekah raised a finger to her lips to silence Adam but did not let him take his cock out of her. Unable to continue watching them, she closed her screen.

"Mother? Are you in here?" Bernice called, her heart aching as she said the words. She couldn't stand this betrayal. She had thought she was ready for it, but it seemed like her heart was about to burst.

"Yes, darling. I'm using the restroom. I will join you soon," Rebekah called back impatiently, wanting her to leave.

"I want to speak with you," Bernice said. She was pained. Deeply pained. How could her mother, of all people, be the other woman in Adam's life? How could her own biological mother be the reason her husband was unfaithful?

"Let's talk later, Bernice. I will join you soon," Rebekah said firmly in a voice that told Bernice to leave.

"Alright," Bernice said as she walked to the door and pretended to shut it as though she had left but returned to sit on the bed quietly so she could wait for them to finish.

"She has left. Let's go on. Don't tell me you have gone soft already?" Rebekah asked, and Bernice shut her eyes as she listened to them.

"Maybe if you could rub it…. oh," Adam groaned, and Bernice resisted the urge to check her phone to see what was going on.

"Does my daughter make you this hard? Tell me!" She heard Rebekah ask.

"No, she doesn't. My cock belongs to you and recognizes only your touch," Adam breathed.

Bernice raised her hands to shut her ears. Her heart was pounding hard and fast as she waited to confront them. She had no idea what she was going to say to them, but she wanted them to know their sham of a marriage was over.

She didn't have to wait too long because she heard Adam grunt, followed by Rebekah's satisfied smile. And then they turned on the tap to clean up.

"I will leave first, and then you can come out after some time. That way, I can make sure no one sees you when you leave." Bernice heard Rebekah say as she opened the bathroom door.

Bernice rose as her cheating husband, and shameless mother stepped out of the bathroom with her husband's arm around her mother's waist, and she couldn't say she was surprised when all she saw in their eyes were annoyance after the initial surprise.

"What are you still doing here? Didn't I ask you to leave?" Rebekah asked in annoyance.

"Mother! How can you be so shameless?" Bernice yelled angrily.

"Don't speak to your mother in that manner!" Adam snapped at her with displeasure, and Rebekah placed a hand on his arm to stop him.

"Leave us," Rebekah ordered Adam.

"Are you su…"

"Now!" Rebekah ordered, and Adam eyed his wife with disapproval before walking away.

As Adam walked down the hallway to return to the backyard, Anita, who had gone to Bernice's bedroom to find her after hearing from the kids that she went upstairs, stepped out of Bernice's bedroom when she didn't see her inside.

She contemplated returning to the backyard but decided to first check the guest room to see if Bernice was there with their mother.

Just as she got to the guest room and raised her hand to knock, she paused when she heard Bernice's angry voice.

"How could you be so shameless? How could…." The rest of the words were lost when Rebekah slapped Bernice hard.

"Don't you dare speak to me in that manner!" Rebekah hissed at her, surprising Anita, who had a puzzled frown on her face as she wondered what was going on between their mother and Bernice.

Anita contemplated going in to find out what was happening but held back herself. She doubted they would tell her what was wrong. So she remained silent as she listened to them.

Without thinking twice, Bernice slapped her mother back, "Don't you dare tell me what to do, you shameless old whore! I can't believe you are my mother! How can you sleep with my husband under my roof?" Bernice shrieked angrily, and Anita's mouth fell open in surprise.

Their mother was having an affair with Bernice's husband? How could she? Why would she do that? Anita mused as she pressed her ear to the door.

Rebekah let out a burst of humorless laughter, "Your hypocrisy disgusts me, Bernice! For someone who is fucking her younger sister's husband, you have no right to be mad at me. You are lucky I didn't have your husband fuck me on your bed!" Rebekah spat out, her eyes blazing with anger as she watched Bernice stagger back in shock at being caught in her own trap.

Of course, Bernice wasn't as surprised as Anita, who quickly raised a hand to her lips to stifle her surprised gasp. What was happening?

"I— I…."

"What? You think I wouldn't know?" Rebekah cut in as Bernice stuttered. She was glad that she had followed her instinct and asked someone to follow Bernice, or else Bernice would have gotten away with her self-righteous act.

"Sleeping with Jack was a mistake, and you have no right to judge me for it! If you were not screwing my husband and taking his attention away from me, I wouldn't need to look for comfort in the arms of another man," Bernice defended as tears dropped from her eyes.

"A mistake? I don't think so since I'm sure yesterday wasn't the first time. I can't believe you stooped so low as to get involved with Jack. Someone who sleeps with everything in skirts. Are you that desperate?" Rebekah asked with disgust.

"Still, you have no right to judge me! How could you have an affair with Adam? You are older than him, and he is my husband, for crying out loud! Who knows if he is the only one you are fucking, you old slut!" Bernice cried, and Rebekah scoffed.

"I don't care what you think about me having an affair with your husband, but make sure you do not ever call me such names or treat me with such disrespect ever again! You should be thankful I allowed my lover to get married to you," Rebekah hissed as she headed for the door.

"Your lover?" Bernice asked in disbelief.

"I'm going downstairs. Pull yourself together and make sure you are on your best behavior…."

"I'm divorcing Adam," Bernice said, making Rebekah stop and turn to her.

"You will do no such thing! You hear me?"

"How do you expect me to stay married to him after knowing this?" Bernice cried.

"If you so much as file for divorce, I will forget the fact that you are my daughter, and I will give Adam proof of your affair with Jack. Adam is a lawyer, and his father is the chief judge. I hope you haven't forgotten that? Who do you think is going to lose at the end of it all? How do you think Tiffany is going to feel when she finds out you are one of her husband's whores? Be a good girl and pretend like you didn't see Adam and me. Only then will I pretend I don't know what is happening between you and Jack. This conversation is over," Rebekah said, and Bernice collapsed on the bed in defeat.

She couldn't believe that this shameless witch was her mother. She couldn't believe that she had gotten the proof she wanted, yet she was powerless to do anything about it. She was hurt. Deeply hurt. And there was nothing she could do.

Immediately Anita heard their mother heading for the door, she ran into Bernice's bedroom as fast as she could to avoid being seen.

Her heart was pounding really fast as she sat on Bernice's bed to catch her breath.

Their mother was having an affair with Bernice's husband, and Bernice was having an affair with Tiffany's husband? Unbelievable!

What sort of family was theirs? What was going on? Was this what her family really looked like behind closed doors? Everybody was sleeping with everybody's husband?

How could their mother and Bernice be this way? How could the two people she admired and looked up to as her role models be this disgusting? All her life, she had wanted nothing more than to impress them and meet their expectations, yet this was all they amounted to? How could they be this way? How could they live this way?

What did their mother mean when she said she let her lover marry Bernice? Hold on, was Adam the admirer their mother had spoken about? Was Adam the one who had gotten her the diamond necklace? It couldn't be, could it? How much did Tiffany know?

To think their mother had the guts to keep telling her she was a disappointment to her, yet she was the one living such a disgraceful and immoral life.