Chapter 8
Jack
Of course, the object of doing book signings is twofold.
One is so I can seem available to my fan base.
The other is to entice the people who show up to purchase one of my books and have me sign it.
Though many of my fans will sometimes bring in their “favorite” book to have it signed. They invariably buy my new book too.
The signing was set up for two hours. This location would be done at noon. Then I would have two hours to make it to my next location. I was surprised that Krista spent the entire time browsing while I was signing the books and being flirted with by the mostly female clientele.
“I had no idea those women could be so blatant in their flirting,” Krista told me as I was taking down my things and getting ready to leave.
“Were those panties I saw some women giving you?” Krista asked with a wide grin.
I showed her the shoe box I kept them in.
“Without exception they tell me I can have what goes in them,” I confide in a chuckle.
“How many of them have you taken up on the offer over the years?” Krista asked. I was sort of hurt that she would ask that. “Not a single one,” I answered abruptly. “Oh. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to suggest that you had,” Krista quickly realized her mistake.
While we had lunch, I made a couple of phone calls. The first was to my editor who put me in touch with a very successful divorce attorney. The second call was to my agent to have him cut my signings to one hour so I could double them up per day and be finished by Saturday.
I finished my second signing at 4pm and was back in the hotel room with Krista just before 5pm. Right now, it would be just 2pm in Seattle. I called the lawyer whose number Paul my agent had given me. Paul swore he was the best. “He handled my divorce three years ago,” Paul had informed me.
Bryce Bunion, no relation to Paul Bunion…Lol, said that Paul my agent had called to let him know I would be calling. We talked for about fifteen minutes. I discussed Jenny’s history of cheating and the evidence I had collected over the last week.
“According to the men she had at my house last night, she has been seeing them the entire time she has worked with them. That means that she has been seeing them for the last five years. She never stopped cheating on me after I caught her five years ago,” I pointed out.
“Well, because it is a private business, we won’t be able to sue them for a morals clause violation. But we can lodge a complaint with the Dental Licensing board and have them cancel their licenses to practice in the state of Washington anymore for ethics violations,” Bryce told me.
“We might be able to use that as leverage to make her accept a settlement in the divorce rather than seeking 50 percent. I am sure the good doctors will put a great deal of pressure on her if we inform them we are going to lodge a complaint with the dental association.
I told Bryce to offer Jenny the house, 500 thousand dollars and 3k per month support for one year. If she presses for more than that, we will see to it that Brain and Randle never work in the state of Washington again and Jenny will be jobless.
Krista and I ate dinner Monday evening in the hotel Restaurant. As we passed the front desk, the desk clerk informed me that my wife had called and asked for me to call her back. “She said it was an emergency,” the college man told me.
“Well, if she calls again, tell her that I have checked out and am no longer here,” I told the clerk. “Oh, we can’t do that,” the man told me. “Okay, I’ll go pack our things and we will find another hotel to stay at for the next five days,” I announced.
“Oh no! No-no-no! I will leave a note to state that you wish to not be disturbed by anyone and that we cannot give out info whether you are still here or not,” the young man offered. “That will do perfectly,” I told him.
Krista held onto my arm as we took the elevator up to our suite. “You handled that so cool,” Krista told me softly while the elevator was rising. “Actually, I was serious. I would have looked for another hotel if he continued to be stubborn about this,” I admitted.
As soon as we were in the room, Krista unbuttoned her summer dress and let it fall off to the floor. I don’t know why I was surprised that she was naked beneath the dress but I was thrilled none the less.
I walked Krista backwards to the couch and sat her down. In a flash, I was on my knees with my face buried in her delicious honey pot. “Yesssssssss,” she purred as I began to suck and slurp on her sex organ.
I ate her out until her ass arched up off the couch. Then I dropped my pants and slipped my cucumber size dick into her sex canal balls deep.
Squap, Squap, Squap, Squap. Krista’s pussy is so sloppy wet that it makes liquid-squelching sort of sounds as I plunge into her pussy over and over. “Take my pussy Jack! Make my pussy only yours,” Krista moans huskily.
I fuck Krista savagely while pinching and pulling on her nipples. When her body jerks into orgasm, I hold my dick buried to the root and let her tight silky vaginal canal milk the cum right out of my balls.
After soaking in the jacuzzi and screwing our brains out again, I decided to check in on Jenny in Seattle. With it being 11pm in Boston, it was 8pm in Seattle. When the video popped open on my laptop, I found Jenny and Brian naked on our bed.
Jenny: Would you consider having a real relationship with me?
Brian: What brought that up?
Jenny: Jack has somehow found out about my cheating on him. He knows who and how long.
Brian: Really? He knows about me and Randle? How is that even possible.
Jenny: Evidently he has had us followed. He has video and audio proof. He told me that our marriage is over.
Brian: So, he is going to divorce you?
Jenny: Yeah it looks that way.
Brian: So are you saying that you would want to be all mine?
Jenny: That is exactly what I am saying.
Brian: No more Randle? No more cheating?
Jenny: If that would be the way you want it.
Brian: Maybe we could do some swinging. But no emotional connections.
Jenny: Wow! I would love that.
All talking stopped after that. Brian crawled on top of Jenny and began fucking the hell out of her. After a couple of minutes, he flipped Jenny onto her stomach and shoved his cock straight up her ass. Again I am pissed off. Not once in ten years did she ever allow me to do that.
Brian: So you really want to be my girl?
Jenny: Yesssssssss! Yes I do.
I saw Brian’s body go rigid as he drained his balls in Jenny’s ass. Jenny frantically fingered her clit to catch up and have an orgasm too.
“I see Jenny has already moved on,” Krista said softly after I turned off the video feed. “One more reason to accept my settlement if she doesn’t want her boyfriend to lose his license,” I answered.
Krista asked me to fuck her ass that night. “You don’t have to do that,” I told her. “I want to make sure that my man is satisfied in every way,” she answered. I reveled in being buried in her exquisitely tight ass that first time. My first time ever.
I was euphoric as I watched my cock plunge into the sweet ass over and over. I am ecstatic when she writhes into a shaking orgasm while I spurt my seed up her ass.