Chapter 8
James
The week in Las Vegas flew by. Veronica was enthralled by how many women tried to come on to me while getting their books sighed. She was stunned that several of the women gave me their panties with their phone number written in Sharpie.
Veronica wanted to take her shower first so she could take time fixing her hair and applying her makeup. She looked sexy as hell when I finished my shower and found Roni sitting at the vanity counter in just a miniscule string thong bikini panties.
“I swear the you are more beautiful every time I look at you,” I mumble from behind her. “You’re
just saying that because you want to get in my panties,” she teased me. “Would that be a bad thing?” I asked brazenly with a wink.
“That would be entirely acceptable,” Veronica purred. “Especially since I want to have you in my panties every day,” she added.
When I told Roni that I plan to divorce Kira, she jumped off her seat and crushed her lips against mine. After she nearly kissed the life out of me I asked her if she’d want me to move in with her, she smothered me again,
In moments my towel was on the floor and my cock was buried inside with her panties pulled to the side and her lying flat on the bed. I fucked Veronica like there was no tomorrow. We both exploded into climax at the same time.
“I take that as a yes,” I chuckled. Veronica was humming happily while she got dressed for the trip home. Again Roni hugged her arm into mine as we traversed the airport between the security point to the boarding area. I would say we looked like newlyweds the way we were fawning over each other.
After the two and a half hour flight, I had Roni’s limo drop me off at home. I felt like now was the time to deal with ending my marriage. I kissed Roni on the lips and told her that I would come home to her mansion as soon as I could.
It was eerily quiet when I came into the house. A quick check of the garage showed that her car was gone. With no lights on in the house it is obvious that she has been gone for a while. Then I go into the kitchen and find the note telling that she was taking the week to sort things out with Brady.
It took two hours to pack all f my clothes and personal belongings into my Burgundy Chrysler 300 Wagon. Before I left, I left a note for Kira next to the one she left me.
Kira: I have been doing some sorting out too and you are the loser. You have not been my wife for over a year. You have been a cheating slut who expected me to embracing your bullshit lifestyle. Fuck you Kira tell Brady you are all his…
I pulled the house key off my key ring and left it on the kitchen table with my note and wedding ring.
After locking the front door behind me I made a mental note that I will have to put my house up for sale early next week.
The drive to Veronica’s mansion felt like the most freeing thing I have ever done. Roni was waiting for…completely naked.
Sunday afternoon.
Kira
Marvin and I hooked up several times over the week of my vacation. I found him to been a sweetheart and a gentleman. It was Marvin who called and got me an earlier flight home from Jamaica.
Marvin drove me to Kingston for my flight home. Before he had to leave me at the security station, he gave me a gold heart shaped heart on a gold chain. “Every time you look at this I want you to think of me.” He told me.
“If you get to a point in your life where you don’t know what to do, call and you can come live with me here in Jamaica. I can get you a job at the resort and we can work to get you citizenship here,” he told me.
Then he kissed me torridly and then walked back into the entrance of the airport. There were tears rolling down my cheeks while I passed through the security gate.
Since the airplane left Jamaica, the six and a half hour flight will get into SeaTac at half past 2pm this afternoon. Since Brady’s flight won’t arrive here till after 6pm, I’ll have plenty of time to take an Uber to Brady’s house to pick up my Subaru and all my possessions at his house.
After I removed all my things from Brady’s house I left his house key on the kitchen counter next to the coffee brewer. I also left a post it Note. Don’t ever contact me again.
On the drive home I feel a sense of freedom. Now I can give all of myself to James. Now I can be the wife he deserves. Now that I have made up my mind what I want, I feel so free inside as I am driving east on I-90 to Bellevue.
I feel a hitch in my breathing when I find that James’ Chrysler 300 is not in the drive way. My heart begins to palpitate when I come into the house and there are no lights on.
My knees buckle when I come into the bedroom and find that all of James’ clothes and belongings are missing. A quick dash to the den proves that all of his office supplies and laptop are missing.
On shaky legs I make my way to the kitchen where I find his ring and house key on the table. I see that there is a note too.
Kira: I have been doing some sorting out too and you are the loser. You have not been my wife for over a year. You have been a cheating slut who expected me to embracing your bullshit lifestyle. Fuck you Kira tell Brady you are all his…
I collapse in a ball on the kitchen sobbing uncontrollably. This is what my insisting on the polyamorous lifestyle as caused. James never did get on board with that lifestyle. I forced him in to something he wanted no part of.
This is the result. I am broken hearted. I was so foolish to even think for a second that I could love anyone like I loved James. My stupid notion that I could capture what I thought I missed out on has cost me my marriage to a wonderful man.
As I got up off the floor some time later, I felt the locket around my neck fall back against my chest and I remembered Barry telling me if I found myself not knowing what to do that I should call him.
At 3pm my time it would be 1pm in Jamaica when I called Barry. Over a half an hour I confessed everything I had done over the past year and told him how that has turned out.
When I finally finished my confession that was interrupted several time by bouts of sobbing, I heard Barry’s lovely baritone voice told me that things are going to be okay.
“You can come live with me and start your life over,” he told me.
I sobbed again when I told him I would love that.
After I told him that I would need a week to close accounts and resign from my job, he told me he would book a flight for me for next Sunday.
I have a sigh of relief when I hang up the phone.