Chapter 11
Franky
I heard Jack pass quietly by my room on his way to the spiral staircase to go up to his room. I would give anything to have that huge cock of his buried in my pussy right now.
But now is too soon. He has some things to resolve. But I am going to do everything in my power to show him that I am available to him.
Jack
What an idiot. Did I really just ignore what was happening around me all this time? I feel stupid that it has been four years and I never paid attention to the signs.
Now that Franky brought this up, I can now see and remember countless times that I felt a bit suspicious. The charity events that she went to with escorts and did not come home till noon the next day.
The month long trips where she did not even call me for weeks at a time. The get togethers with her women friends that she would be at till three in the morning.
FUCK! She HAS been cheating on me. The entire four years we have been married. And I have been a trusting fool. And here I worried about banging Franky with my fingers and her sucking me off.
Out of curiously, I look up Mylo’s Facebook page on my cell phone. I see she has been busy. Dinners at fancy expensive restaurants. Two Friday’s attending Charity Balls. Photos of famous locations all over Chicago.
In every one of those posts on her page, she is with the same man. A well-dressed man who appears to be in his late 40’s or early 50’s. He is what the women would call a silver hair fox. Mylo is hanging all over him in every photo.
I send screen shots of each of the photos to my laptop where I can compile them into a single file. I will send that file to Mylo’s email tomorrow when I am not quite as angry.
As I am falling off to sleep, I consider sliding into bed with Franky. Why not? She has invited me. Like she said…I have years to make up for all the cheating Mylo has done. I doze off before I act out on my impulse.