Chapter 9
Anya
I am surprised by how gently and tenderly Andrie makes love to me when we awake on Saturday morning. I am even more surprised when he tells me that he is taking me to his yacht to be alone with me for the rest of weekend.
I am astonished when Andrie held my hand as we walked from the parking lot to the yacht. When we boarded, Andrie told the pilot of the yacht that he expects full privacy during the next two days. Andrie refuses to call anyone Captain. He feels that he is the Boss of the world wherever he goes.
I am thrilled when he fucks me for nearly twelve minutes before he floods my pussy with a massive load of jizz. The cum is drooling out of me even before he pulls his cock out of me.
It is quiet for several moments while we rested afterward. “I don’t think I like the idea of you being married any more. I think you should live with me and be my girl,” Andrie announced.
I am shocked by his words. Words I had thought he would have said 18 years ago when I said I wanted to come to America. I had truly believed that he would marry me rather than let me go.
Why me Andrie. Why now?” I asked. “I know you have all kinds of lovely young women all over you when you travel back to the old country,” I point out the truth. “Because you are my love Anya. You are the woman I have always loved. I was just never ready to settle down,” Andrie answered.
Tears were rolling down my face now. I always had hoped that this day would come. I only married Jack because I had given up that this day would ever come.
Jack…fuck. What will I do about Jack? He has been the perfect husband these two years. He is absolutely the kind of man that most woman would dream of having as a husband.
But I have never been able to give all of my heart to Jack.
I have never been able to give all of myself to a man who deserves a wife like that.
I always gave my body to Jack. He was a masterful lover and I enjoyed giving myself to him that way.
But my heart always belonged to Andrie all these years.
“What am I going to do about my husband?” I asked softly.
“I could have my boys take him on a one way trip,” Andrie suggested.
“DON’T YOU DARE DO THAT,” I screamed as I bolted up to a sitting position.
“He is a good man and I would never love you again if you did something to harm him,” I threatened.
“Okay, I will leave all that up to you. But I want you in my house with all your things by next weekend,” Andrie told me. “Then I take you to homeland and marry you. It won’t matter if you are married there. I will have papers made up that you are divorced,” he added.
Today we only sailed north as far as Oak Harbor. Andrie spent the afternoon fucking our brains out. In the evening, we went out to dinner on the town and found a dance club to spend a couple of hours.
By the time we returned to the yacht, I felt closer to Andrie than I ever have before. As we climb onto the Yacht, I feel like we are a couple. I feel like we belong together. Now I just have to find a way to end things with Jack.