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Monday, Sept 25, 2028, approx. 12:30 AM
Samuel carried my still-naked wife, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, her lips on his, out to the back room, then to his home… and out of my life?
I had never been so afraid for our marriage as I was at that moment or felt as abandoned and helpless.
Jonah turned to Ashanti, sitting beside him, “Let’s go,” he told her.
She leaned over and kissed him, a frown on her face, “Closing, I have to stay until closing.”
“Fuck that! Let someone else take care of it this time. We’re leaving.”
She hesitated, “I’ll tell Leo on our way out,” she finally agreed.
When they went past the entrance counter, she explained to the guy that she was leaving with Jonah and asked him to please let Leo know.
The guy asked them to wait just a moment while he disappeared into another room, probably an office. In a couple of minutes, he returned, handing Jonah an envelope with ‘Adriana Jeppeson’ written on the front.
“You want to know what your wife made in tips tonight, my friend?” He was apparently talking to me. He opened the envelope, it wasn’t sealed. He took out the check inside and looked at it. My jaw dropped open. It was a check made out to Adriana Jeppeson in the amount of $12,580! Twelve fucking thousand dollars!
Then the thought quickly went through my brain, is that the going price to lose a wife and kid’s mom? I knew that, like before, I had to trust her.
“Matt, my friend,” he said, “it’s been fun, but I’m gonna shut you off now.”
My headset went dark. I was on my own. I took it off and looked at my watch, 12:47 AM. I got up, went to the kitchen and made myself a drink. At least, I tried to, I hadn’t realized how hard my hands were shaking until I tried to pour orange juice into a glass. My mind was seven-hundred miles away, wondering what Addie was doing at that moment. I presumed they were in Samuel’s car, headed to his house. Could have been making use of one of the club’s back rooms, too.
I managed to finish pouring my drink, with lots of vodka and not much orange juice this time, then took it back into the living room and sat in my chair and bemoaned what I had done to our marriage. I took the blame. I was the one who had texted a ‘yes’ to Jonah almost seven weeks ago before looking at the ‘no’ on both sheets of paper. How the hell do I tell our kids? The vodka-orange juice drink was awful and I don’t drink. I dumped it down the sink.
Then I realized I was getting a little ahead of myself. Addie hadn’t said she wasn’t coming home. But I didn’t know how to relate what I saw earlier with my loving wife. Shit, she’d earned over seventeen-thousand dollars in two fucking (literally!) nights. Addie hasn’t ever been ‘money-hungry’, but shit, seventeen-fucking-thousand dollars in two nights of fun! Besides the fact that she’d fallen head-over-heels for Samuel and he’d just fucked her into probably the best orgasm she’d ever had.
I wasn’t worried about Jonah, he and Addie weren’t any more than fuck-toys to each other. Then I realized what just had gone through my brain. Adriana’s fuck-toy. I would never have thought in my lifetime that that phrase would ever enter my mind, much less be a real thing. Samuel, though, was different. An ex-Navy Seal who wanted a wife and mother for his young daughter... and she wanted him.
Was our family enough to overcome all that? I just had to trust that it was, that she still loved us.
While I was ruminating my sorrows, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I looked at it and my heart rate must have doubled in that instant. It was a phone call from Addie!
I stared at her name on the phone before it clicked in my brain that I needed to press the little green spot. “Honey,” I excitedly said into the phone.
Nothing. Then after what seemed like an eternity of ‘nothingness’ and my ‘hellos’, there was something. It wasn’t exactly my wife breathlessly telling me how much she loved and missed me, but more like kissing off in the distance. Then her heavy breathing and an, “Ohh,” followed by, “Mmm, Gawd…” then something totally unintelligible before I heard actual words, “Oh shit, bite it, Samuel, harder!”
I think you know as well as I did what was happening. But what I didn’t know was, was she just trying to torment me or letting me be a part of it? I put the phone on speaker.
“Your skin is so soft and sexy,” coming from Samuel’s masculine voice.
In spite of myself, I was getting hard all over again as I pictured Samuel’s mouth sucking and biting Adriana’s tit and running his hands over her naked body in the privacy of his home.
“Ooh… Ooh,” Addie’s moans. “Oh God, fuck me, Samuel.”
“No, that was for earlier. Now, we make love, but not yet, Adriana, I want to savor you first.”
There was nothing but unintelligible moans coming from both Addie’s and Samuel’s mouths for the longest time.
“Ohh, Unh,” and I heard slurping noises. Not being able to see what was happening with my wife was driving me out of my mind!
“Oh God, Samuel, yes, right there, suck… please.” Addie was sounding desperate, like she had earlier in the night.
“Adriana… sweetheart, you taste so good!" I thought it was probably his own cum, inside my wife’s pussy, that he was tasting.
“Aah, Samuel, I want… “ Addie moaned as if she’d lost the ability to speak.
I don’t know how long this went on, the sucking, kissing, moaning, heavy breathing from both of them and Addie’s begging. It might have been five minutes or fifty minutes for all I knew. It was almost more intense just hearing than seeing would have been.
Then there was a loud feminine gasp, “Oh God, Oh God,” Addie was panting and Samuel grunting.
“Sooo good!” Addie squealed.
“You’re so tight, how you squeeze me,” Samuel groaned out.
There were slapping noises and about every two seconds another loud groan from Addie. Then it stopped, and Samuel said, “Roll over, on your knees.”
There were rustling noises when apparently Addie was changing her position, then, “Unh, Gawd!” and the bed began constant squeaking.
I could see it in my mind, my Addie on her hands and knees, rocking back and forth with Samuel behind her and inside her, his thrusts timed with her rocking, going deeper each time. Those were the noises I was hearing: the rocking bed; the groans from both Addie and Samuel; the squishy, slapping noises of his cock sliding in and out of her cunt; and then her whimpering, getting louder and more frantic.
Then Addie’s scream scorched through my phone’s speaker. There were masculine noises mixed in as well, but it was mostly my Adriana’s voice, or rather her cries, that I heard… and heard… and heard.
They died down finally and more swishing noises indicated that positions were being changed again. Or just collapsing noises might be more accurate. “Mmm, so good,” coming from Samuel. The kissing started, soft noises, ‘Mmm’ and ‘Ahh’, erotic noises.
Then, the words that filled me with fear all over again, “Adriana… You know I love you… I want you… Your fam…” then silence. I grabbed my phone. It was dead. The God-damned battery was dead! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I threw the damned thing on the floor, hard… and saw the pieces fly. That calmed me… a little. Enough to know I’d just screwed myself. My phone was now busted, in pieces. I had no idea a phone would do that. How the hell now was I going to contact Addie or her contact me? Crap, now what!
I swept it up and dumped it in the garbage can. At least destroying my phone had calmed my adrenaline-charged panic attack. I went to bed and stared at the dark ceiling for the rest of the night. Pretty sure Addie wasn’t lying in bed all night, staring at a damned ceiling!
I was at Verizon at nine the next morning. I’d picked up the kids from Grandma and Grandpa and dropped them off at school and daycare. Shittin’ phones cost close to a thousand damn dollars! At least we could deduct part of it for our business use. Plus, it was a much better, bigger phone. I’d had the busted one for an eternity. I’d have to reprogram all my contacts and all my pictures were gone, but guess I could live with that.
It was fun explaining to the young lady at Verizon what happened to my old phone, “Oh, I’d just finished listening to my wife fucking her boyfriend that wants to take her away from me and got a little upset when the battery died.” Yeah, right!
I told her a chair had smashed it and I threw it away. She asked if I happened to take out the SIM card first, "Umm, no, should I have?"
"She laughed, "We'd have been able to transfer everything off it if you had." Then she had another thought, "Can you still get it, from the garbage?"
Naturally garbage pickup day is Monday morning, which I explained to her. Just my luck.
It takes forever to buy a new phone and get it set up. Between waiting for other customers (at nine in the morning?), deciding on a phone, and getting it set up, I was there for almost two hours. Seems like in this day and age, they could speed that up a little, especially for a semi-panicked husband.
One of the first things that popped up on the new phone after she finished with it was a missed call from Addie. I looked at my watch, 11:10; 10:10 in Sacramento where Addie was. I was scared to death to return that call for fear she was calling and telling me she wasn’t coming home and that she was sure I could run the stores… and raise the kids? As if I cared about the stores at that moment! I knew it would come because a lot of people’s livelihoods depended on those stores, including ours. All that went through my mind in about a tenth of a second or less. What was dominating my mind was that I wanted my wife home!
I don’t think I was breathing while it was ringing. “Hi,” she answered on about the hundredth ring.
I had a big, long spiel all ready for her, “Hi,” I said.
“I tried you earlier, in the shower?” she asked.
“Not exactly,” I told her, “had a little accident with the phone last night. Battery died and it sort of… got broken… “
She laughed. That laugh was the sweetest sound I have ever heard. It meant something, something good, I hoped.
She got more serious, it scared me. “You saw… last night?"
“Yeah,” my heart rate must have been up to about a thousand.
“Honey…” her voice went to barely a whisper, “I love you.”
I desperately wanted to ask her what Samuel had said the night before when my phone died but didn’t know how to bring it up right then.
“Love you, too,” was all I said.
“Guess we need to talk, don’t we,” she said, running my fear factor right back up the flagpole.
“Guess we do.” I didn’t want to, scared what she was going to say.
“My flight leaves at four, it gets in right after seven… bring the kids?”
My panic was almost bursting out, “Yeah… why so late?” I asked her.
“We’re picking up Lily, that’s Samuel’s daughter, then going to lunch, then the airport… Honey, are you okay? Are… we… okay?”
NO! I wasn’t okay. “Yeah, I’m fine… and as for us, I guess you need to answer that one.” After that, I was holding my breath waiting for her answer.
“Sweet, I love you and the kids, I’ll be home and we’ll talk about it, okay?” At least I was breathing again, but I noticed she didn’t answer the question. “We just pulled into Lily’s daycare, hon, gotta go… love you.”
“See you at seven… the kids miss you, love you too.” I was almost bursting with more I knew I needed to say but didn’t know what.
“Bye.” My phone went dead and I stared at it, hoping that Addie meant what I thought she did.
The rest of the day was sooo long! I went to Kayla’s store and mostly just made a nuisance of myself. Kayla asked about Addie and I made up some story. Addie could tell her what she wanted later. Seeing Kayla, in her sexy but professional skirt and silk blouse, made me remember the night she wanted us to have together. If I hadn’t been so worried about Addie, that thought would have done things to me. I had no doubt that underneath those professional clothes, what she had on would be very, very sexy.
I wandered around the store, thinking how proud I was that it was ours… and what might happen if…
I picked up Kevin from daycare, then Katie from school and took them to McDonald’s while we waited for their mom’s plane to get in. We got to the airport terminal at six-thirty. I’ve been there before, picking her up at the same airline, so it took us all of about five minutes to find Addie’s gate and we sat, waiting. Well, I sat; the kids were up, down, running around the little kiosk, laughing, and asking me about every three minutes if it was time yet, totally oblivious to the turmoil in my mind. And I hoped they’d always be oblivious to it, never know.
The kids saw her first. They were running around the kiosk and all of a sudden started screaming and ran, screaming in unison, “Mommy, mommy!”
When I looked around the kiosk, she was on her knees, her little overnight bag on the floor and an arm around each of our kids, hugging and crying, kissing back and forth. I stood, watching and crying, too, wondering how I had ever questioned Addie’s love for her family.
When I walked over to her, she looked up at me, the tears falling down her cheeks; stood and kissed me, then hugged me tightly, like she had the kids, saying over and over, “I’m sorry, so sorry!”
We stood in the middle of the terminal making a complete spectacle out of ourselves; Kevin around one leg, Katie the other, and Addie and me wrapped around each other. She finally broke away from me and said, “Let’s go home.”
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