Chapter 3
The final interview had been last Friday—me, the other departmental managers and three external candidates. I didn’t know the decision, but I did know the interview panel’s recommendation had gone up the food chain for board sign-off yesterday.
“Have a seat, Jason,” Alan said with a somber expression as he ushered me towards the chair in his office and sighed loudly.
“I’m afraid, Jason… I’ve got some bad news for you…”
Oh fuck… why had I allowed my hopes to get so high… allowed Sasha’s hope to get so high. If I was already hurting, she’d be devastated…
“Your new role, Jason... your new role, it comes with lots of travel…”
Alan… you fricking idiot.
After the last few years, I was a man used to dealing with angst… but even so… his face might ne wreathed in a huge grin right now, but I was still trying to pick my gut up from the floor.
He did apologize, and slowly I recovered as he told me the decision had been unanimous and started talking me through my new responsibilities.
His sadistic, teasing lead-in about the travel hadn’t been invented.
As he talked me through the time I’d need to spend on the road, he reassured me it would settle down after the first few months.
But he was straight with me—even after that first round of travelling around the country with him for ‘meet and greet’ handover meetings, I’d need to travel to meet the same key customers on at least a monthly basis.
Oh for those happy days when most US car-making had been centered around Detroit and the Great Lakes!
Those days were long gone and I knew what Alan was describing would mean regular travel to at least a dozen states. Less than ideal with us wanting to start a family—but at least Sasha had her family and friends nearby.
Talking of Sasha, when I headed to the airport to pick her up, the huge smile on my face told her my news without any words being necessary.
That night, after seemingly endless hugs and excited chatter about how important the extra money was for our plans, she even gifted me a third monthly fuck!
(Although fuck’s not quite right, as it was tender and loving—and I was even allowed the special privilege normally reserved for Thomas—no condom!)
Friday was a call from Sasha’s dad and a summons to a celebratory family meal. Which left Saturday—the day before Easter Sunday—as the last chance for Lisa to be with Thomas, and for me to watch the two of them together.
The venue was Thomas’s expensive downtown apartment—somewhere I’d not visited since the very first night he and my wife had become lovers.
I would have preferred our place—if you’re watching your wife with another man, I guess there’s some kind of territorial comfort from home field advantage—but as this was to be their last night together, I could hardly begrudge him his death row wish.
Right from when we first arrived, the closeness between the two of them seemed way more intense than usual. Last night, not really surprising, even if it did fuel my jealousy and bittersweet third wheel angst to painfully dizzying new heights.
After a light meal, with Thomas cleaning up, Sasha whispered in my ear, “Jase, baby… would it be okay if Thomas and I get a little privacy tonight? You know… bearing in mind how…”
She didn’t need to spell it out. And to her credit—when holding hands the pair of them disappeared into the master bedroom—she didn’t fully shut the door.
She left a thin crack. The meaning was clear.
As you’re giving us this last night, we don’t mind you looking a bit…
but we don’t want to be able to see you, and we certainly don’t want you in the room.
It seemed a fair compromise.
At first I didn’t use the crack viewing location.
I just listened to the slow build-up of their love sounds.
The sounds of kisses and soft moans caused by caresses and squeezes.
Then the rustle of clothes being pulled off and discarded.
Before Sasha gave that unmistakable long ‘mmmmm’ of satisfaction she makes when she takes a really big cock.
Then more kissing followed by the slow build up of flesh-on-flesh fucking, Sasha’s moans building slowly louder and more urgent until both they and I couldn’t stand it any longer.
Thomas was now obviously going at full speed and full power, making Sasha sob and squeal as I also lost control. Sticking my sweaty forehead as close to the crack as I could as I gawked at their two bodies writhing together at what I knew would be the first of many fucks tonight.
The two of them came together in a blaze of yelps and screams. Sasha clinging tight and desperate to Thomas’s lithe and dark body as he made one final, extra-deep push and unloaded his seed as high into her body as he could manage.
Minimizing the distance his swimmers would have to travel before they entered her womb—thankfully almost certainly displaying a ‘no-one home’ sign due to the wonders of modern contraception.
As Thomas rolled to the side, Sasha didn’t need any encouragement to roll her head and body to lie on top of her soon to be ex-boyfriend as the two of them caught their breath and started the soft, whispered conversations that only lovers ever share, and only share after the special closeness of sexual union.
Seeing the two of them like that quite literally made my rib cage feel like it was being pulled in two. That should be me. She’s my woman, not his. Such pain, such painful thoughts. But wasn’t that the whole point? Without the agony, I couldn’t have the ecstasy…
Even if my cock was leaking and painfully hard, my chest and soul couldn’t bear the torment of watching them like that—so I retreated to the living room, leaving them to it.
Knowing in my heart I’d be returning to that crack in the doorway multiple times before they slept and I slept.
Also knowing it was a racing certainty that I’d be sleeping alone tonight.
When Sasha and Thomas kissed and hugged their goodbyes early Sunday morning before she and I headed off to the Easter service, I got no sense of sadness or farewell passing between the two of them.
At the time I thought I was maybe imagining it, or explained it by the fact that they’d still see each other as co-workers.
But when Sasha and I got home after the traditional Easter MacAlister family meal, I realized I’d been imagining nothing. And I understood why there had been zero sense of ‘see you and so long’ between Sasha and her younger co-worker boyfriend.
It was mid-afternoon Sunday and Sash would be away early tomorrow for a four-day, three night-trip out West, and after the high-energy intensity of family time with young kids and the rest of the gang, we were chilling and chatting.
Which gave me a chance to raise a question that had been on my mind.
I asked it and meant it casually, but it was like pulling on the first inch of a thread that seemed to just go on and on.
“You know, Sash… kudos to you and Thomas… I thought you’d find the end of your relationship far more difficult. I thought Saturday would have been more emotional for you guys. Do you think being with him at work the next few days is gonna be just as straightforward? Just as drama-free?”
Cuddled on the sofa with her back on my chest, she turned and gave me a strange, conflicted look, chewing her lip as if fifty-eight different things were whizzing through her mind.
But rather than sharing, a blush and a blankness came over her face as she turned away, put her head back on my chest and changed the subject.
“I’m so proud of you beating those other guys out… who’d have thought it… my husband, the new director of process engineering,” she giggled.
“It’s just such a shame about all that travel… what, with me travelling for work… and now you travelling…
“How much travel did your boss say there’d be?”
Never as wily as my high EQ wife, slow to see where this might be leading, I answered with unvarnished facts.
“He said maybe half-time when things settle down, but the first couple of months, as I have to meet and socialize with all the customers, it’ll mean travelling for most of the week…”
I’d hardly finished when I felt her warm fingers rubbing at my pants and her soft voice exploring the future.
“’Travelling most of the week’… poor little me… all home alone, when I fly home, no one to hug me and love me… what’s a girl to do? All lonely like that…”
I really was being dense. Even now, I still thought this was all about me. All about Sasha missing me. But her next words started to make things clearer—even for someone being as emotionally obtuse as I was right now.
“With me being all by my lonesome… I guess a little post-Easter fun wouldn’t hurt, would it? I mean July four’s not so far away… and if you’re hardly gonna be home in the week all through April and May…”
It was like being punched in the head by Mike Tyson.
The hammer blow finally landed. A hammer blow that not only confused but which had me feeling angry as it dawned on me just why Sasha and Thomas had been so relaxed and unemotional during their ‘last’ night together.
Thomas had already known Sasha’s plan. I was the last of the three of us to be read in on what Sasha was thinking.
She was still looking away from me. But I could feel the tension in her body. The controlled, taut pattern of her breathing the give away.
I might have been the slowest of us to the party, but now I was here, I wasn’t going to be silent or passive.
“What the fuck, Sash!”
I’d jumped off the sofa and—full of fire and indignation—was staring straight at her.
“So I’m the last to know about your fucking little plan!” She blushed and looked down. “Just how the fuck do you think that makes me feel?”
Then the strangest thing happened.
Her cheeks were still flushed, but when she looked up at me, her eyes were twinkling with excitement.
“How do I think that makes my kinky husband feel? Angry… for sure… but also excited… excited and probably a little hard…”
She didn’t back down. Back in silent mode, she stared me out, the tiniest of teasing smiles on her lips, even though I could tell she was trying to suppress it.
That stare between us seemed to last an eternity. Both of us lost for words. Both of us searching and testing. Until, inevitably, it was Sasha who spoke first.
“Sorry for not asking you first, honey… but come on, don’t pretend it doesn’t excite you! Another three months of our game—you, me and Thomas—before we settle down to diapers and rainbows on nursery walls…”
She knew she had me. She could see I was still mad. But she could see my wheels spinning. Could see me weakening and starting to picture and imagine.
That Monday after Easter, Sasha wasn’t the only one headed to the airport.
Sasha had a five-day, four-night trip to the West, whereas my itinerary took me to the South.
She had California, Washington and assorted other western destinations.
Me, I had the joys of schmoozing with various senior Japanese, Korean and American executives in Alabama, Georgia and the neighboring states.
Sasha and I shared a ride to the airport—I couldn’t remember when we’d last been able to do that—before I kissed her goodbye as she headed for the aircrew express security lane.
The love life part of that week was pretty standard. My meetings and then the evenings of socializing left the introverted Mr. Jason Spencer exhausted.
But at least then I could retire to my hotel room and look forward to the joys of Sasha and Thomas providing me with a half hour or so of my own personal porn show.
The only difference to how things had been in February and March was that I wasn’t at home stroking out a load…
I was in a hotel room trying to time things so I’d cum at the same moment as Sasha and Thomas.
By the end of the week—Sasha and I both arriving back home on Friday—I was thinking this whole new set-up wasn’t so different and wasn’t so bad.
But by the time Sasha and I finished the next of our weekly cycles, I realized that things were starting to become very different.
And as to whether they were better or worse, well…