Chapter 8
Tabby
Dwain and I both called in sick Thursday morning. The firm had no clue that we made the calls from the same phone in the same house.
I brazenly fucked Dwain on the living room couch. A place I had never fucked Jack during our marriage. I chuckled to myself when Dwain’s cum oozed out of my pussy and made a mess on the couch.
We fucked a second time in the shower after breakfast. We were about to go back and fuck again in the bedroom when I received a message from Jack. I was surprised to see it was another video file. Out of curiosity, I opened the video.
Tabby: Tell me something sweetie, what did the red carnations represent?
Dwain: I bought those because I admire your beauty. I bought those because I have the hots for you and wanted a way to show that.
Jack…What do you think your firm will say when they see that you are fucking your boss while being a married woman in your husband’s bed? What will the firm do to Dwain?
Oh Shit! Shit-shit-shit. What the fuck am I going to do now. He has this video of we what did last night. Wait a minute. How did he get this video? This was not recorded for the Hotwife site.
FUCK! He must have had some secret cameras installed in our bedroom. Suddenly, my stomach twists into a knot. “We need to leave here,” I tell Dwain. “Are you serious about me living with you?” “Because now would be a perfect time to make that happen,” I told Dwain.
As quickly as I could make it happen, I had a small moving van come and move all my clothes, jewelry and personal possessions removed from the house. By late afternoon, I was completely moved in with Dwain.
If Jack tries to make a stink about this, I will claim that Jack was abusive to me and while Dwain was trying to help me through that, we fell in love. We will support that story by saying that Dwain and I are going to marry as soon as my divorce from Jack is final.
Jack
When I checked my video feed on my cell phone at lunch time, I saw moving men packing and removing Tabby’s clothes and possessions from the bedroom. Evidently, my showing her the videos I have has made her make a move to distance herself from me.
As that sinks in, I think “good riddance” to myself. What’s up now? Jazz asked when she came to meet me for lunch. “It looks like Tabby got spooked by the video’s and has moved out of my house,” I told Jazz.
“Good, that means you can put the house on the market as soon as you move in with me.” Jazz told me. “I intend to keep you for good,” she added and then kissed my cheek.
Before I finished lunch, I canceled my signings for tomorrow regretfully. Fridays are usually my best day of selling books over the counter. Jazz called her Lear jet pilot and had him get ready to fly us back home to Seattle tonight.
With the six hour flight, we will be wheels up at 6pm and land in SeaTac at 9pm with the 3 hour time difference. “Tonight we can sleep in my bed,” Jazz tells me cheerily. “A beginning to our life together,” she added.
Damn! Jazz really is serious about this. She has shown me more attention, more desire and more intimacy this week than Tabby has shown me in years. Yes, I am going to be Jasmine’s fella from this point forward.