Chapter 7
Friday morning
Jennifer
I know that Jack is awake while I get dressed. Again, like since Wednesday morning, I put on my bra and blouse in the bathroom. The hickeys are virtually gone now. I just don’t feel like being naked in front of Jack on the same day that I am more than likely cheat on him again.
Hell, to be honest, I will probably fuck Blake’s brains out all weekend. The way my pussy is already tingling, I know that I will be all over Blake as soon as I get the chance.
As soon as I am dressed and ready to leave, I pull the suitcase out of my closet and go over to address Jack.
“Open your eyes Jack, I know you are awake,” I tell him. He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at me.
“I am leaving for work. I am going away for the weekend. I have some things I need to think about. I need some time alone,” I tell my husband. I kiss him on the cheek. “I will see you sometime Sunday afternoon.” I said. Then I took my suitcase and left.
Jack
Son of a bitch! That’s it? I’m leaving for the weekend.
I need time alone? What kind of shit is that?
Not once has she ever said that anything was wrong or that she is unhappy in any way with our marriage.
Does this have something to do with her Tuesdays and Fridays away from me at night?
Is she thinking of leaving me for someone else?
I take a hot shower to finish waking up and then go down to grab a cup of coffee. Thank god the coffee pot is on a timer and automatically kicks on at 7am every morning. I’m not alive till I’ve had my first cup of coffee.
It’s 9am when I go out to the patio to read my morning newspaper. I call Jennifer’s phone but it goes directly to voice mail. She has her phone turned off. I send a text.
Jennifer: Tell me this isn’t some bullshit thing you are doing.
What are you doing to our marriage? Are you leaving me for some other man?
I do not deserve this shit Jen! I have loved you and cherished our marriage for 21 years.
I never once have cheated on you. Can you say the same?
If you don’t call me by midnight, I will know we are over… Jack
I sent that message knowing it will pop up as soon as she turns her phone on. By midnight, I should know something. If there is no answer, I will consider that to me, she has already left me.
About 9:20am Fiona comes out on her porch. She is dressed in a skin tight pair of low-rider jeans and a white tube top. She looks fantastic,
When she waves over to me, I stick up my hand but don’t wave back. She turns and goes back into her house. A couple of minutes later, I hear my gate opening and I see her come into my yard holding a travel cup of coffee. She drinks her coffee the same way that I do.
“What’s up? You seem a little down this morning,” Fiona greets me. “I think I am losing my wife. She took a suitcase with her when she left this morning. She said she needed some time alone to think about something,” I told my sexy next door neighbor and friend.
“You know that she’s going to meet with another man. Right? Fiona asked sympathetically. “Her phone is turned off. I left her a text that if she doesn’t call me to talk things out by midnight that I will consider our marriage over,” I answered.
“Oh Jack, I’m so sorry,” Fiona told me softly. Then she got up and came over to hug me. Her lovely tits mashed against my chest. “You know that I am here for you in any way that you need,” She told me as she stood up and went back to her chair.
I spent the next half hour spilling my guts to Fiona. Telling her exactly how I feel. Lost, betrayed and abandoned, to name a few of those feelings. Then I told Fiona that I needed some time alone. “I can’t stand to cry in front of other people,” I confided openly.
I spent the afternoon and very early evening alone. I did do some crying. Then the sadness turned to a very deep anger. That’s what I do if I’m hurt or afraid. I rage.
At 7pm, my doorbell chimed. When I opened the door, Fiona was standing there is a very nice little red minidress. At 5 foot 9 she has legs that go on forever in those Louboutin hi-heels that have a red bottom that matches her dress.
“Come on sweetie. Put on something nice, I’m taking you out to dinner,” she announced with a serious look on her face. Letting me know she won’t let me talk her out of it.
It was a quarter to 9pm when we arrived at the very high class restaurant that Fiona took me to. There were several limo’s in the parking lot as well as one at the curb waiting for its passenger when we got out of Fiona’s Mercedes sports coupe.
Just as the doorman opened the door, A couple passed us coming out of the restaurant. The woman was wearing a sexy little black dress. The man was wearing a three thousand dollar suit.
The man said something and the woman laughed.
I had not seen the woman’s face when they passed us.
But I knew that laugh. That was Jennifer’s laugh.
When I turned back to look at the couple, I saw Jennifer climbing into the back of the limo at the curb.
She looked up and just for an instant, her eyes met mine.
Then the man climbed into the limo and the driver shut the door.
I saw concern on Fiona’s face when I turned back to her. “What is it? You look like you just saw a ghost?” Fiona asked me softly as we entered the restaurant. “That was my wife who just passed us and got into that limo at the curb,” I muttered. “I have lost her to a rich man,” I added.
Jennifer
Oh fuck! That was Jack who just passed me going into that restaurant. Who was that stunning blonde who was with him? Has he been cheating on me while I have been fucking around with other men? “What’s up? You look quite distracted right now,” Blake asked curiously.
I pulled my phone out of my purse and was about to turn my phone on to see if Jack has left any messages. But before I turn the phone on, Blake takes it out of my hand and puts it back in my purse.
“No cell phones this weekend. This is our time together and I do not want anyone interrupting us.” Blake told me. Then he pulled me over and kissed me quite torridly. All thoughts vanished while Blake kissed me and fondled my breasts.
Fiona
“Now there is no doubt that your wife is involved with another man. I was pretty certain that it was true before now. But now, we have undeniable proof that she is with another man for the weekend,” I told Jack.
“You know what that means sweetie? That means that you are free now to move on in any direction that you choose,” I suggest.
“Or do you choose to forgive her and look the other way while she has a relationship with another man?” I ask. “I doubt this is a one time thing Jack. I think she has been doing this for quite some time. Maybe not with this man. But that would say that there have been others,” I offer.
“No matter what direction you choose to go, I want to be here for you. I pray that you will continue to talk with me and be with me. You are the only man I have been interested in since I dumped my fiancé 12 years ago. I think you are special, Jack,” I confided.
I saw a hopeful look on Jack’s face. “You want to take me home and hang out with me till midnight?” Jack asked. “I would love to.” I said.