Chapter 4
Nicki
I didn’t want Jack to know that I was out on Richard’s yacht. Richard was at the bar pouring our drinks and I just wanted to get the conversation over with quickly. I was quite short with Jack.
“Who was that?” Richard asked curiously. “Nothing important. Just my hubby giving me a heads up about his travel plans,” I said judiciously. Not telling the exact truth.
I feel a pang of guilt rush through me. Partly for lying to Richard. But also because I miss the days that Jack and I were close enough to call just to say he was thinking about me. I am surprised how deeply inside I wish we could go back to those first years that we were so close.
“Look sweetheart. Don’t put me off. I have known you for five years and I can tell when something is bothering you,” Richard told me as he brought a drink over to me. My hand shook a bit as I took the drink and then gulped a swallow of the brandy.
“I’m 42 years old Richard. And yet I have no idea where my life is going. I know I can’t keep living the life I have been for the past 15 years. There aren’t many escorts past their mid-40’s,” I answered.
“Then quit all that! Quit it all and become my wife,” Richard suggested. I am shocked that he just offered that. Richard has been a good friend and a wonderful lover. But I have never felt a marriage sort of love for him. “I’m sorry Richard but I am still in love with my husband.”
That statement hits me like a ton of bricks. That is the first time in many years I have said those words out loud. I can’t remember the last time I said that to Jack. Even tonight, when Jack said he loved me, I just said me too. I feel tears welling in my eyes.
“Look Richard, I need to go. I need to do some soul searching and figure out where I am going with my life. It’s not about you, Richard. I just need some time to figure things out,” I told Richard.
Richard, being the gentleman that he is, took me home in his limo and told me that he would wait for me. “I am here for you in any manner that you need. Friend, confidant, or lover.”
“I am here for you,” he told me before I got out of his limo at the small mansion that Jack and I own in the Chism Beach area of Bellevue overlooking Lake Washington. I turn my cheek when he leans over to kiss me before I get out of the limo. Richard seems okay with that.
I pour myself a 6oz glass of Vodka when I got home and added a couple of ice cubes. My brain was reeling at a hundred miles an hour. It’s past 10pm by the time I am through with my nightcap. It’s only past 1am in New York when I decide to call Jack back.
Nicki: Hey baby, it’s me. I wanted to say that I’m sorry I was so short on the call earlier. I forget to say I love you too.
Jack: Damn. I’m surprised you called.
Nicki: Yeah-well, I was thinking about things and I couldn’t sleep.
Jack: That doesn’t sound good.
Nicki: You need to come home as soon as you can. We need to talk.
Jack: Uh-Oh! That really doesn’t sound good.
Nicki: It doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Our 20th anniversary is coming up this coming week and I think it’s time we sit down and figure out what our future is going to look like together.
Jack: Look, I’ll wrap up here as quick as I can and come home. I think we should have a good talk. I’ll wrap things up tomorrow and hopefully be home tomorrow evening.
Nicki: Okay baby. Call me as soon as you know when you’ll be home. I love you Jack.
Jack
I felt a warmth inside of me when I hung up the call.
For the first time in as long as I can remember, Nicki told me she loves me.
When I turn back to bed, I find that I am alone.
Damn! Where did Piper go? I need to tell her I’ll be going home tomorrow evening.
But I am so groggy, I will need to wait and tell her tomorrow.
Piper
“Oh Peeeeeeeter! Fuck me with that anaconda cock,” I groan as Peter plows into me with abandon. Yes, he is a selfish lover who only fucks to get himself off. But his fat 10 inch dick is legendary around the rock world. And I get to have it between my legs anytime I want it.
Don’t get me wrong. I love and adore Jack and would marry him in a heartbeat if he ever asked me to. But I have to face the facts. Jack is married. He’s been married for twenty years now. 15 of those years he has been fucking me. But is there really a future with him?
Peter has told me repeatedly that if I ever get to the point that I want to dump Jack, that I could be his girl. Right now, I feel like Jack and I are coming to a crossroads. Either he and I will be together, or I will become Peter’s girl.
Frantically, I rub my clit and arch my back in climax just as I feel the heat of Peter’s seed flooding into my pussy.
The third dose of cream in my cunt tonight.
The other two belonging to Jack. I have jokingly called myself his second wife for all these years.
But I am growing tired of that role. I’ll have to be quiet when I sneak back into bed with Jack.