Chapter 5
Jack
While I am taking the elevator down to my room to get dressed for my business for the day, I am filled with guilt that I got laid by another woman for the first time in five years.
“I am a fool to not have realized that she is cheating on me before this,” I mutter to myself as I rinse the shampoo out of my hair. “Gawd I’m so dense,” I chastise myself.
“Hey babe, sorry we missed each other last night. I thought I’d just call and say I hope you have a wonderful time with your book signings today,” Tabby announced when I answered the call.
“I think that today promises to be a very interesting day,” I answered thinking of meeting Jazz for dinner tonight and then more sex in her suite.
“Things are going so well that I am going to wait till Saturday to come home,” I announce. Tabby will never know that I am going to fly home with Jazz in her Leer Jet. Three more nights of having my brains scrambled ought to lessen my dismay of knowing my wife is fucking other men.
It was noon and I was at lunch alone when the guilt returned. My wife may be a cheating bitch, but I have never cheated on any girl in my whole life. And that’s how I feel right now…a cheater.
The rest of the afternoon, I felt ill inside. I feel like I am the scourge of the earth for fucking another woman who is not my wife. Granted she is heads over heels more gorgeous than Tabby. More educated. More adult…more worldly.
There is a tug of war going on in my head. Tabby has been cheating on me for quite some time. How long and with how many men I have no clue. But I am certain that she has cheated on me.
But the other half of me argues that fucking Jazz makes me no better than Tabby. But so what? Am I really going to stay married to a cheating slut?
At 5pm, Jazz comes to pick me up in the limo that brought me to the book store this morning. I am very quiet as we drive back to the hotel. Jasmine told me that she was very rich last night. But she did not tell me how or why.
“You are awfully quiet,” Jazz pointed out when I hadn’t said a word during the drive. “I have been wondering today if what I did last night is the same as what my wife has been doing.” I confided.
“No Jack, what we did last night is nothing like what your wife has been doing,” Jazz announced. “I had a private eye check out your wife today and you will be shocked when you see what he found just in 24 hours,” she added.
I was deeply curious while we took the elevator up to the penthouse. I am really sorry to be the one to show this to you. But you need to know what your wife has been doing over the past nine months,” Jazz told me as she had me sit down at the kitchen table.
Jazz brought out her laptop from the bedroom dresser and sat it in front of me. “Right now you are going to see exactly the type of woman you are married to,” Jazz told me as she brought up a link that was labeled Cheating Hotwifes.
I watched as a woman with a theater mask was fucked by three very well endowed black me. There was a pause in the video. When the video came back to life, I was stunned.
The woman who had been fucked by those three studs no longer had her mask on.
The woman on the bed was Tabby. I watched incredulously as I saw her best friend’s husband crawl between her legs to fuck her brutally.
“Oh gawd Tabby. I love you. I love fucking you.
If you were mine, I would fuck you like this every day Andrew cried out.
I dashed to the kitchen sink and lost my lunch in three wretches of my gut. “There are 40 other videos just like this on this site. She has fucked over a 120 men over that time. And that man is in all of the videos at the end of each sex scene.” Jazz informed me in a soft tone.
I called a PI and told him to install secret cameras in my bedroom while she was at work today in case she is fucking a lot of men while I am out of town. I told Jazz.