Chapter 2
Jack
I work from home most days. Writing till late into the night and then sleeping till noon. I do take one and two week book signing tours once per quarter. It is a spectacular way to do face to face advertising with a reward of the word of mouth sales down the line.
Tabby too takes trips once per quarter. Usually lasting three weeks. I am always surprised by how wore out she is when she comes home. I’m lucky if I get laid till the second week she is home. The first week is always out of the question.
She usually takes a couple of days off. She soaks in the tub or the jacuzzi relentlessly. She seems to drink a lot of white wine during those days.
I didn’t think much of it at first. But then I started noticing things that didn’t make sense.
Why would she be taking see thru blouses on a business trip?
Why were there nighties and sexy lingerie in her luggage?
Why did she pack crotchless panty hose? Why would an accountant be dressing like an escort?
Yeah, Tabby has the looks to pull off looking like an escort. The fact that she is so wore out and has to soak for hours when she gets home is starting to weigh heavily on my mind. Is she cheating on me?
I don’t know. Except for those weeks right after a trip, Tabby fucks my brains out two or three times a week. And I mean that she is an absolute tigress in bed with me.
Monday, Wednesday and Sunday she is like clockwork. She dresses up in a sexy nightie, she seduces me and then she fucks me like when we were newlyweds. Ravenously, like she can’t get enough of me.
As with most trips away from home, I am sitting in my hotel bar contemplating whether my wife is faithful when I’m gone or not.
Also like always, some stunning woman my age sits next to me and tries to seduce me up to her room.
As always. I announce that I am happily married and then leave to go up to my room. Alone.
I tried to call Tabby earlier this evening. But she did not pick up and I just left her a message. I am just settle back in my room when I see that she left a message for me.
Sweetie…Sorry I missed your call. I went out to dinner with Jewel and Andrew and then we did a game night at their house. I have had too much wine so I won’t be home tonight. I’ll call you sometime tomorrow.
“Game night…Yeah I’ll bet. Aren’t they the ones who have an open marriage.?” Andy proudly calls Jewel his Hotwife. I wonder how many of his friends have sampled his Hotwife. I feel quite anxious about Tabby spending the night with that couple. I know that Jewel is her best friend…but still.