by Vivian Ward
We both get off—sexually—on bringing random men into the bedroom. Some of them are repeats, like Scott, while others are men that I happen to pick up.
The only common denominator in all of this is the strength of our relationship that is unbreakable. While we may find sexual gratification in this dark fantasy that we both share, nobody but us will ever know what it truly means to us.
There are no words to describe the bond that we share from this.
Chapter 22
“I’m going to miss this place,” I say to Brett as we close the door on the back of the U-haul and wipe my dirty hands on my sweat-covered shirt.
“Me, too, babe,” he wraps his arm around me as we look at our house one last time.
“I still can’t believe that they promoted you to senior analyst and want you to train on site,” I beam at him.
I’m so proud of this man’s incredible accomplishments. He truly is the most intelligent person that I know, and he’s all mine. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to find him or what I did to make him fall in love with me.
“It’s pretty hard to believe myself,” he says.
I’m a little sad that we have to move almost five hours away from here. This house has been our home for nearly three years, and our life here has been so perfect.
“Don’t be sad,” he tells me, catching me wiping my watery eyes. “Did you tell him goodbye?”
Scott and I developed a friendship that I know I will never have with anyone else. We understood each other and were able to create this bond that speaks a language that only we understand.
While we may just be friends with benefits, we shared a deep understanding and respect each other’s marriages.
“Yeah, I went over there on Monday.” I look up to keep my tears from falling, pretending to watch the clouds as they pass by. “Just like I always do.”
“You know you can come see him every once in a while when you come back to see your friends, right?”
With Brett’s new promotion, I’m quitting my job and becoming a stay-at-home mom which will leave me plenty of time to do what I want, but it’s still such a long drive back here.
“I know,” I nod and pretend that it’s something I’ll often do.
I’m not sad for me, but I’m sad for Scott. Once I’m gone, he’ll have to either find a new friend or go without sex. Honestly, I don’t know if his and Misty’s marriage will survive and I feel awful for both of them.
“Hey!” Brett says like he’s about to deliver the best news in the world. “One good thing is you’ll always be able to do what we talked about.”
I look up at him in confusion because I’m not sure what he’s talking about. We talk about so many things all the time that it could be anything from couponing to finding a new gym.
“What’s that?” I ask, fishing the van keys out of my pocket so I can follow him while he drives the moving truck.
“Well,” he starts walking me to the van where all of the kids are strapped in, waiting for us to get moving. “You’ll finally be able to get dressed up and pick up businessmen at the bar in the fancy hotels.”
I laugh and smack his chest.
“Brett, you’re terrible!”
“It’s true. How many times have we talked about that, but there aren’t any fancy hotels around here? Now you’ll be able to do it,” he says.
“Yeah, and my luck would be they’d be one of your business partners or something.”
“Good, maybe I’ll get promoted to C.E.O. when I bring all the business and retain clients like no one before me has ever done,” he winks at me.
The bad thing is, I can’t even deny anything that he’s saying because we’ve always talked about this as part of our fantasy.
I’d get dressed up in a little black dress and sit at the bar, luring businessmen at the hotel and telling him what’s up when he wants to take me back to his room.
The thought of fucking sophisticated, married businessmen while my husband watches turns me on to no end. It’s sleazy, slutty, and downright fucking dirty, but it’s one of the few fantasies that we haven’t acted out on yet.
Feeling a raindrop on my arm, I know that we got the last bit of the U-haul loaded up just in time.
“We better get going. I just felt a raindrop,” I tell Brett.
“You follow me and let me get over when I need to get over. I have my phone if you need to call me.”
“Okay, babe,” I say as I hop in the van and begin to buckle my seatbelt.
We’ve driven through town and are about to get on the highway when I hear a horn honk. Glancing in the direction where I heard it come from, I see Scott and Misty waving good-bye to us.
I honk and return the wave, my movement frantic as it might be the last time I ever see them.
“Who was that?” Angie asks, sitting up front with me.
“That’s one of the guys I used to work with,” I lie to her. “It’s him and his wife.”
She looks at me like she doesn’t believe me.
“We were good friends,” I explain.
“I never saw you with them. How do you know his wife? Did she work with you, too?”
“I met her a few times for get-togethers. She’s a very nice lady. I’ll miss them.”
For the next 287 miles, we drive down the Interstate in silence while the radio plays until we get to our new hometown.
My excitement begins to pick up when I see all of the new strip malls and restaurants that we’ll be able to visit, but it doesn’t set in about how much fun this place is going to be until we pass a couple of upscale hotels.
I hadn’t been able to research the area much, but it wouldn’t have mattered if I did or not since we had to move for him to receive his new promotion. Now I see what Brett was talking about, and I realize exactly what he meant.
This can be a lot of fun with a lot of potentials.
Epilogue
My 43rd birthday was yesterday, but Brett had to work all day and take a new client out to dinner, so we didn’t get to celebrate.
To make up for missing my birthday dinner, he told me to get dressed up because he’s taking me out. I have no idea where we’re going, but he promised me a night of fun.
We’ve been in our new home for about ten months now, and I haven’t exactly made many friends. You’d think with not working anymore, I’d have plenty of time to socialize, but the problem is I have nowhere to go and nobody to go with.
As proud as I am of Brett for his promotion, I almost wish he wouldn’t have gotten it. I mean, it’s been perfect for our family regarding having a brand new home, the kids are in an excellent school, and he’s climbing the corporate ladder, but I’m bored and lonely.
I’ve been thinking about getting a part-time job just to get out of the house and socialize. Brett says he doesn’t care what I do as long as I’m happy.
Looking up at the clock, I swipe on a thin layer of lip gloss and straighten my necklace before I turn out the bathroom light. He should be ready to pick me up any minute.
He said to be ready by 8:00.
Just a few minutes past 8, I see his headlights turn up the long driveway that circles the front lawn and I grab my handbag.
“I almost thought you forgot about me,” I say, climbing into the leather front seat of his new sports car.
He loves driving this thing to impress clients, and I don’t blame him. It’s a badass car.
“Sorry, I had to do a few things before I could pick you up, so it put me running late,” he reaches behind me. “Here, these are for you.”
He hands me a fresh bouquet of pink and red roses with baby’s breaths mixed in. They smell fantastic!
“I love these,” I say to him, inhaling their scent. “They’re gorgeous.”
“I picked them up from Amy’s Flower Shop,” he grins.
Amy’s Flower Shop is the place to go to for flowers around here. If he didn’t have such a good job, I’d tell him he got ripped off, but I’ll keep
my mouth shut because he can afford a dozen of these if he wanted to.
“Wow! Gettin’ all fancy on me, huh?” I place the roses in my lap and continue admiring them. “So, where are we going?”
“Well, I was going to keep it a secret,” he reaches over and takes my hand in his, kissing the back of it. “But you’ll think something completely different if I don’t tell you what it is.”
“What?” I ask. I’m almost afraid to know.
“We’re going to Astasia’s.”
I open my mouth but close it when I realize that he’s taking me to the most expensive hotel in the area.
No, Cathy. Don’t go there. He said he was only telling, so I don’t think it’s something else. This has nothing to do with the businessmen.
“What? Why?”
“I thought I’d do something special for you, so I rented a suite. There’s a beautiful balcony that overlooks the city, and it has a hot tub. In the morning, I have you booked for a complete day at the spa so you can get a massage, a facial and that thing where you girls do your nails.”
I’m shocked, he went all out this year, and it means so much to me.
“Babe, that’s so sweet! Oh, I love you,” I lean over and kiss him on the cheek as we pull up in front of the hotel.
He smiles at me as he turns the car over to valet and we make our way inside.
“And there may or may not be a surprise waiting for you in the room,” he adds.
“Aww! What is it?” I ask.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” he says as we make our way across the lobby.
All of the possibilities are flashing through my mind. He could have a romantic dinner waiting, or maybe we’re skipping it and going straight for dessert: a bottle of chilled wine with chocolate-covered strawberries.
Or maybe he’s already hidden a special birthday gift in the room. The possibilities with him are endless, and I’m growing more excited by the minute.
Stepping off the elevator, he leads me to our suite where he makes me cover my eyes before we enter the room.
I can tell that the lights are off because no light makes it through my closed eyelids and the darkness of the room blankets us as we walk deeper into the suite and the door clicks shut behind us.
“Can I open them now?” I ask.
I feel a little foolish walking around a dark room with my eyes closed.
“One second,” I hear him click on a lamp and a tiny bit of light breaks through my closed lids. “Okay, and open them!”
When I open my eyes, I see Scott sitting on the bed, holding a small gift bag.
“Oh, my God!” I squeal and jump into Scott’s lap.
I’m so excited to see him.
“I can’t believe you drove all the way up here!” I give him a kiss.
“I didn’t,” he shakes his head. “I took a flight, and Brett picked me up at the airport.”
“You flew here?” I ask in disbelief.
“Yep, for your birthday. Brett called me a month ago, and we started planning your birthday. He said you'd been kind of down lately, so we wanted to surprise you.”
Tears are welling up in my eyes.
These two guys, my lover, and my husband, have been planning and plotting my birthday for so long and they both kept it a secret. It’s the sweetest thing ever.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper. “I can’t believe you guys. You two are so amazing!”
I climb off of Scott’s lap and run over to Brett and jump into his arms, hugging him tightly.
“I fucking love you,” I say to him. “You are the best husband ever.”
After a long embrace, he sets me down.
“Aren’t you going to see what’s in the gift bag?” Scott asks. “I brought you a gift.”
“Oh, yes! Of course, I want to see what you bought me,” I take the bag from him.
It doesn’t weigh much, and it’s just a generic white “Happy Birthday” bag with gold trim, stuffed with pink tissue paper.
Taking the gift bag, I plop down on the bed next to Scott while Brett stands in front of us and the two of them watch me open my gift.
After I get the layers of tissue paper out of the way, I see something red in the bottom of the bag. Grabbing the fine material with my fingertips, I pull lingerie out of the bag.
It’s a gorgeous silk teddy with lace, and I love it.
“Wow! This is awesome, Scott. I love it,” I kiss him on the lips.
Holy hell.
Those lips! Oh my god! I’ve missed them so much.
“You’ve got another present,” Brett says, revealing a box.
“Where’d this come from?” I ask, taking it out of his hands.
“Oh, it’s been here. I was just being a gentleman letting Scott go first since he traveled so far,” he teases. “Open it up!”
Unwrapping the red bow around the box, I lift the lid and uncover a spectacular pair of fuck-me heels. They’re candy apple red with 6-inch spikes.
“Oh, I fucking love these!” I gawk at them.
They’re perfect.
“You know?” I say to them. “Why don’t you boys go out on the balcony and chat for a few minutes while I make myself more…presentable,” I smile at them, holding up my gifts.
“You don’t have to tell us twice,” Brett says, making his way toward the sliding glass door.
Once I’m finally ready, I take a glimpse of myself in the mirror and fix my boobs, so they look perfect in my new lingerie.
For turning 43, I look pretty damn fuckable.
I stride over to the bed and sprawl out on the duvet.
“Oh boys,” I call. “I’m ready and waiting.”
The smile on their faces tells me that we’re in for another fun night with a scorching threesome.
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Prologue
Sarabelle
Everyone always tells me that I need to put myself out there more. I feel like every other day, someone is telling me that I’m never going to find a man by keeping myself holed up at home all the time.
Regardless of how many times I insist that I’m not even actively looking, I get the same responses. I’m always told that the best man will come along when you’re not looking for love. That’s a term I’ve heard thrown around at least a hundred times but it never really sits well with me.
What if I’m not actively looking because I’m really not interested in finding love? I’ve had too many bad experiences with men that have promised me the world only to leave when they find out that I’m not the social butterfly everyone expects me to be.
Lexi is my sister and, although we are identical twins, she is pretty much the opposite of everything that I am. While people are often referring to me as shy and sweet, I frequently hear people call my sister the black sheep of the family.
She is confident and outspoken. If she has something to say to you, she’s going to say it regardless of how her words make you feel. If you’ve ever seen the movie Mean Girls starring Lindsay Lohan, Lexi is exactly like the Regina George character that’s played by Rachel McAdams. I’ve often speculated whether or not the movie was actually based on my sister’s life.
My friends always ask me why I put up with her. They love to tell me that, as an adult, I don’t have to deal with the things she says to me. A lot of people have said that they wouldn’t blame me if I stopped talking to her and completely cut her out of my life.
Although putting a stop to all of her nonsense once and for all by completely ceasing contact sound nice sometimes, I could never do it. The two of us have been through way too much together. There w
ere times when she was the only person there for me and vice-versa. We helped each other through the darkest times in our lives. She wasn’t always the person she is now.
When we were thirteen years old, my sister and I went off to teen travel camp. We’d attended summer camps ever since we were in kindergarten but being able to go to travel camp was a big deal. It meant that you were one of the big kids and you got to do a lot more exciting things. Instead of doing normal camping stuff, we had a summer full of trips and experiences.
That year, we were able to go deep sea fishing, speed boating, and tubing on the Delaware. On top of that, we were taken to a New York Yankees game, a New York Liberty WNBA game and Camel Beach water park. I never wanted it to end and neither did Lexi. It was stacking up to be the greatest summer of our lives but that changed in the blink of an eye.
There was only about a week of camp left and we had just woken up. We were getting dressed when we got called into the counselor’s office. When we walked in, we were greeted by two police officers and a woman who worked for Westchester County social services.
Overnight, our home had burned to the ground and neither my mother nor father were able to make it out. We went from enjoying a fun summer surrounded by our friends to being orphans in a matter of seconds.
We were turned over to social services immediately and placed in a temporary home. That home became the first of many that we would land in as we were shuffled around in the system. Many times, the state of New York tried to separate Lexi and me but we fought hard to prevent it.
We were fed plenty of excuses about how the only places the state had available didn’t have room for both of us. Each time we heard those words, we fought with all we had to make sure we had each other. We kept telling ourselves that we only had to make it through until our 18th birthday.
Our parents had been successful entrepreneurs and had left us both hefty inheritances. As soon as we were legal adults, we would be able to claim the money and start new lives for ourselves. I tried to make the best of a terrible situation and kept a positive outlook no matter what. Lexi found that much harder to do. The experience changed her and I wondered if she would ever be the same.