Chapter 6
Jack
The company gave me a week to unpack and get settled into my new home. Jane seemed uncommonly cheerful the entire week. She seemed wound up and was hungry for sex daily.
Every day this week Jane has gone somewhere at noon to meet Joe for lunch.
It wasn’t till Wednesday that I went to Abigale’s house three houses north of our home and had lunch with her.
And yes, we fucked like teenage lovers. It was curious to me why Jane was gone for three hours on her lunch breaks with Joe.
But because of how I was spending my lunch I did not confront Jane about that.
It was Friday when I went to Jane’s house that I was surprised that she had a female visitor. They were both in the nude when Abby let me into her home.
“This is Vivian from next door,” Abigale announced as she closed the door behind me. She is going to join us for our lunch date today,” she told me softly. “She has told me all about how our neighborhood is a swinger’s paradise,” Jane informed me.
“Swinger’s paradise?” I questioned. “Oh yes dear. All of the people in the community are swingers and wife swappers,” Vivian answered me.
I just introduced Jane to the other wives here this morning,” she told me.
“When she told me that she enjoys sex with women, I just had to be the first to have her,” Vivian told me cheerily.
“And now I get to be the first two have a threesome and I get to be you first hookup from the neighborhood,” she purred. “I hate to burst your bubble sweetie, but I was his first,” Abby chuckled.
“Well that’s good to know since his wife has been sampling the men every afternoon this week,” Vivian announced. “Has she,” I grumbled. “Oh yes, Joe has been passing her around like a community party favor,” Vivian chuckled.
That was it. I pulled away from Abigale and left her home before either of the women could say anything else. A week…a whole fucking week Jane has been fucking other men indiscriminately without a word about this being a swinging community.
I was barely in the door when there was a pounding on the front door. “What the hell just happened?” Abby panted out of breath from running to follow me. She has just a floor length white fluffy robe on and she is barefoot.
“My wife has been fucking other men for a week and she never breathed a word about this being a swinging community. She made no mention that she was having sex with other men every day,” I raised my voice.
“Oh dear, I thought that Joe had discussed this with you,” Abigale told me softly.
“No, all he said was that we would be living in the same community. He didn’t say a word about swinging or wife swapping,” I told my mistress.
“I thought all of this was about us swapping wives occasionally,” I added.
“Well this really sucks Jack. All of the women in the neighborhood thought you were on board with the lifestyle and are all chomping at the bit to get a shot at you,” Abby told me.
“I’m sorry Abby. I am just not up for all that just now. Having you as a mistress is the only intention in my mind right now.
“Well, can I make a suggestion?” Abby asked.
“Yes, fire away,” I reply. “Can you be okay with letting Jane enjoy the swinger lifestyle while you only see me?” she suggested.
“Well…yeah…I could be okay with that,” I answered knowing that Abigale is going to be a major part of my life as my personal aide.
When Joe took Jane to his yacht for the weekend before I was due back at work, I took Abigale north of the boarder to Vancouver Canada for a little get away of our own.
We mostly spent the days in our room screwing relentlessly like horny teenagers. In the evenings we went out to nice restaurants and to dance club. We would fuck again before we went to sleep.
On the drive home Sunday afternoon, Abby pulled my slacks open and sucked me off while I cruised south on I-5 on the way home.
When I pulled into my driveway, Abigale kissed me torridly then told me to pack a week’s worth of clothes. “Joe will be sending us on a business trip for a week in Spokane,” she informed me. I watched her magnificent ass sway on her walk back home.
Although I had a wonderful weekend with Abigale, I am still livid with Jane that she has not been forthcoming with her activities over the past week.
I am ready to blow my top when she does not return till after midnight on Sunday. She seems exuberant when she comes into the house. Her smile fades away when she sees the anger in my eyes and on my face.
“When were you going to tell me that you fucked all of the men in our neighborhood?” I screamed. “When were you going to tell me that you have been a swinger slut spreading your legs for any fucking man that approaches you?” I bellowed.
“I thought that you knew all about this Jack. Joey told me all about it weeks ago before you were even promoted to your new position,” Jane hollered back defensively. “WHAT? YOU WERE TALKING TO HIM WEEKS BEFORE I WAS PROMOTED?” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Jane moved back away from me as she saw the rage on my face. “I thought that Joe told you everything he told to me,” she answered meekly.
“How long Jane? How long have you been fucking my boss?” I yelled. “Just since we moved here,” she claimed but the shakiness in her voice told me she just lied. “WHEN WAS THE FIRST TIME YOU FUCKED HIM?” I shouted.
“At-at-at…the New Years party before you got your raise,” she confessed. “Son of a bitch! My whole job has been wrapped up with you spreading your legs from my boss,” I shouted.
“That’s it Jane. I am calling Joe in the morning and telling him I quit. I am also going to tell him that you are all his,” I told Jane nose to nose with her trembling in fear. In eight years of marriage she had never seen me in a rage like this.
I grabbed my laptop and a change of clothes out of my den and left the house. I drove into Seattle and checked into one of those Homes to Suites hotels in the downtown area. I was pleased to find my suite had a stocked wet bar.