"Would you be ok with me spending an evening with Tad and you with Vicki?" I asked, nonchalantly.
"No strings? No guilt later?" I can't believe I was surprised Jeremy was seriously considering my offer.
"Yeah, they’re into this kind of thing but Tad doesn't want to ruin your business relationship. Wouldn't it be weird to know he was doing things to me while you were in the next room?"
"I trust you, babe. It would be one night of consenting fun between four adults. Wait, I wouldn't have to touch him, right?" Jeremy asked.
"No. We’ll be in separate places. You’re supposed to get with her and not let Tad find out. She told me he likes the idea of a secret affair and he loves the power trip. The idea of getting one over on you gets him off but you can't get caught. I need to keep him so focused he can pretend he doesn't see you with Vicki. Oh and she said Tad doesn't want to talk about it afterwards. He wants it to be discreet. He calls it Sexy Saturday," I explained.
"I'm game, babe. When is the exchange?” Jeremy said greedily. He looked like a kid on Christmas Eve thinking of all of the toys and treats he would be receiving the next day.
"Easy. First, we’re going to have dinner and drinks. Maybe some dancing," I said. "I’ll tell you when it’s time."
"You’ve become so adventurous, babe," Jeremy said, kissing me. "I like this new you."
"There’s more to come, darling," I said. Yes, Jeremy. You will be surprised by me again soon.
Chapter 9
Our dinner was delicious and the conversation friendly. The men talked more about business and Jeremy lit up as Tad gave him some new leads. As the drinks kept coming, I discretely poured mine into the plant behind us. I couldn't have planned our seats better myself.
With everyone feeling the effects of the alcohol, I suggested we have the driver take us to downtown San Diego. Before the club, I had changed into a black mini dress with a silver zipper that ran from my belly button to my pushed up breasts. I had ordered it from an online website that was known for dressing ‘the best of the best’ in the porn industry. I looked like an expensive call girl. So convincing that I almost didn't get Jeremy out of the room.
Dressed for a night on the town, we went to one of the nightclub’s Thomas had told me about. It had loud music and a sexy vibe. He also said they had booths in dark corners where couples could hide away. The scantily clad waitresses and the free flowing champagne excited Jeremy. I had tipped the hostess generously and she found us a very discrete booth away from the crowd.
As we reached the table, Vicki cried, "God, I love this song. Come on, Tad. Dance with me."
Wrinkling his nose as he looked at the crowd of dancers, he said, "Not my thing, Vic."
She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are we here then?"
"Why don't you dance with Jeremy? He loves this kind of music," I suggested.
Tad sat down. "See, Vic, problem solved. Jeremy will shake it with you. Caitlyn will keep me company."
Whispering in my ear, Jeremy said, "Is it time now, babe? Tad seems ready to tap that ass." For emphasis, he picked me up and squeezed my ass, exposing my thong. If there would have been something sharp, I think I would have stabbed it in his eyeball.
Whispering in his ear, I said, "Yes, just be discrete and make sure Vicki has a good time."
"Are we dancing or are you guys going to whisper all night," Vicki whined.
Jeremy beamed at Vicki and let her drag him onto the dance floor. Tad was watching me with a creepy look on his face as I slid into the booth next to him. When the drinks we ordered arrived, I took a long drink of the martini. Tad watched our spouses dancing to techno music. Jeremy winked at me and I winked back before turning my attention to Tad.
"This isn’t my kind of music," I casually said.
Tad grunted in agreement.
"So, how was golf today? Did you like the course?"
He gave me a winning smile. I had just asked him about his favorite thing – golf. Tad was delighted to have a new ear to listen to his detailed descriptions of his favorite sport. I glanced at Jeremy, who had slipped closer to Vicki. She had thrown back her head and I could imagine her flirty laugh. She was smiling as he grew closer. I kept Tad's focus on me while monitoring the seduction going on across from us. I almost felt guilty I had lied to Jeremy and Vicki might end up being an innocent victim. I couldn't feel too bad if she responded to my husband's advances. She was a grown woman. However, I would do anything it took to clear her name and still sabotage my husband's.
I watched Jeremy pull Vicki into a dark part of the dance floor. When I was confident they were engaged in indecent foreplay. I slipped closer to Tad. I tugged on the zipper of my dress exposing even more of my breasts. He stared with interest. Putting my hand on Tad's leg, I said in a smoky voice, "It doesn't seem fair they get to have so much fun dancing while we sit here. How about we have some fun?"
"What?" he asked, trying to look around me at the dance floor. I blocked his view by cupping his face, stroking his light beard. With his full attention, I placed his hand on my breast. His eyes widened as I slid my hand down his leg and began to rub the growing spot between his legs. As his body responded to my touch, I turned up my seductive game by taking his finger into my mouth and slowly sucking on it. His breathing became heavy and his hardness strained against the tight fabric of his pants. After several seconds, I let the tip of his finger dangle on my lip before clasping his hand and guiding it to my thigh.
I leaned closer toward him. "It’s nice and private here. We’re in the shadows and no one is watching. You know I've had my eye on you for a while. I would be lying if I didn't confess I have been wondering what it would be like to be with you. If you’re a good boy tonight, I could make you feel really good."
"I work with your husband," he said wide-eyed.
"Please, it’s not like you haven't heard about my husband's side interests. We have an open marriage. He does what and who he wants and I do the same. And I want you, Tad."
His expression changed and he scooted closer to me. "He won't care if I do this?"
"He won't even know. Imagine how powerful you’ll feel when he’s trying to screw you out of what you deserve. We both know what a prick Jeremy can be. During those hard negotiations, you’ll know you’ve fucked his wife right under his nose.”
His eyes grew cold and his lip curled as if he was imaging that very image. Grabbing me roughly, he unzipped my dress to my belly button and moaned. "You are so hot."
He began to kiss my breasts. Teasing him, I guided his hand closer to my panties. Like a teenage boy with no clue what to do, he was slobbering on my chest and awkwardly tracing his fingers as if he was giving me some sort of pleasure. "Is that the way you like it? Does that feel good?"
"Mmmm, you know what to do with your hands but I think I need to check out the merchandise," I said. He shuddered as I unzipped his fly and slowly traced my fingernails along the flap of his silk boxers.
"What are we doing? Vicki will kill you," he protested half-heartedly.
"It's ok. I won't tell her. It can be our little secret." He didn't resist as I slipped my hand inside the flap of his boxers. Once again, he shuddered against my touch. He moved from my breast and now, was trying to passionately kiss me. He really was an unskilled lover.
I wanted to stop but I had to keep up the charade for just a bit more. Jeremy was taking his sweet ass time with Vicki. At first, the warm sweaty feeling of Tad repulsed me but as his body reacted to my touch, his awkward attempts at pleasing me turned surprisingly exciting. He would never bring me to any climax. I would get no release but I held the power for this brief moment. I was in charge. As if submitting, he leaned his head back on the booth and closed his eyes. His moans became loud and I pressed my lips to his, silencing him. God, Caitlyn. Is this who you are becoming? How far will this go? Giving a gross old guy a hand job?
As I debated stopping, he shivered violently as he finished. Shit. Already?
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p; He kissed me back softly now and murmured against my mouth, "You are so sexy. I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel."
Pulling away from him, I just smiled. The satisfied look he wore slowly began to change. The realization of what had happened must have hit him. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and searched the dance floor in a panic. He found Jeremy and Vicki in a corner. Jeremy had her pressed against the wall as if they were dancing closely.
"What? No, Caitlyn," Tad said, pushing me away. "That was sick and wrong. What the fuck is your husband doing with my wife? Did you know this was happening?"
"That felt a little too fast for me, Tad. I thought you were going to make me feel good. You haven't even finished with your amazing touch on me," I said. "Forget about them. Why don't we slip away somewhere private? Let them have a little fun while I blow your mind."
"No, this is wrong," he said, finally removing his hand from between my thighs and zipping up his pants.
Pushing me away, he left the booth. I watched as he stormed onto the dance floor. He grabbed Jeremy and threw him off of Vicki. "What are you doing?"
Jeremy grinned and said, "Sexy Saturday, man. I saw you had a taste of my Caitlyn. Isn't she sweet?"
Punching Jeremy in the face, he said, "I don't know what deviant games you play but Vicki and I don't swing that way. Come on, Vic. We’re leaving now."
Jeremy grabbed Tad by the arm and spun him around. "What the fuck is your deal? It was a fair exchange."
"You are sick, Whittaker," Tad said, grabbing his wife. Tad put both hands on Vicki's shoulders. "What have you done, Vicki?"
"Tad, it was nothing. We were just dancing. I would never…" Vicki cried.
Convincing, I thought. Vicki should have pursued her acting career.
Watching the interaction from the table, I wasn't sure if I was pleased with the end result or if it had backfired. Disgusted with what I had done, I wiped my hand on a cocktail napkin and went to the dance floor.
"I'm sorry. I know you wouldn't, darling. We just made bad choices in friends," Tad said, hugging Vicki. Kissing her hand, he began to lead her off the dance floor. Turning to us, he growled, "Make arrangements to get yourselves back to L.A. and when you’re there, stay away from us."
Jeremy and I stared in shock as he stomped away shoving dancers out of his way. "What the hell just happened?" Jeremy yelled at me. "You said he wanted this . . . that it was a game. What did you say to him?"
"Nothing, I said we should find a quiet place to be alone. She said that was what he liked," I lied. "I’ll talk to Vicki. This has to be a big mistake. I really don't know what happened."
"You ruined my weekend with . . ." Jeremy stopped himself. "Caitlyn, this is a mess. Charleston is a big deal in L.A. He’ll ruin me."
"I’ll fix it, Jeremy," I said. "Trust me. Maybe Tad was upset because of how quick he was. He seemed fine when my hand was down his pants. It wasn't until he got off that he panicked. He went crazy. It was kind of embarrassing how fast it happened."
"That makes sense. He always seemed like he couldn't hold his load. What a prick. I bet you didn't even get off. Fat, greedy bastard. No wonder Vicki wanted me to fuck her in the bathroom," Jeremy said, as we left the club. "Let's get back to the hotel, get our stuff and head home tonight. I am ready to be in our own bed."
Jeremy picked up his phone. "Peters. I want you to send a driver to pick us up. We want to cut this vacation short. Yes, now. No, not tomorrow – Now. Figure it out."
Within ten minutes, a driver appeared ready to take us home. "What a cluster fuck," Jeremy said, as he slipped into the limo.
Jeremy was surprisingly quiet as he texted frantically. I could only imagine what he was doing to try to stop the inevitable. I sent a quick message to Vicki.
Caitlyn: Sorry. I misread the signals. He was into it. He even got off.
Vicki: It’s ok. I knew he would flip if anyone touched me. I can't say I understand why you would want anyone else after my 15 minutes in heaven with Jeremy. He’s eager to please.
Caitlyn: So you aren't mad?
Vicki: Tad just confessed everything. He was crying and pleading for me to forgive him. Good old Tad. Good for 2 min and then roll over and sleep. Sorry you didn't get any. Tell Jeremy to make it up to you.
What the hell? She was really talking to me like this was a casual thing. Yeah, I just fucked your husband. Sorry, mine is a shitty lay. I could just die.
Caitlyn: I'm sorry, Vicki. I didn't mean to mess up your life. I had stupidly told J about our convo and I guess he thought that meant it was a go. When I saw you kissing him, I thought it was ok.
Vicki: It was the most action I have had in ages. I’m ok but Tad left to get air. He’s a dumb fuck. He doesn't think I did anything. I’m going to get a diamond bracelet out of this for sure.
Caitlyn: Oh?
Vicki: He thinks you two are at fault. He thinks your husband was taking advantage of me. I’ll let him cool down. I won't tell him your husband gave me the best O of my entire life. If Tad wouldn't have stopped me, I could have OO. You’re a lucky bitch.
Yeah, she was on her own. She didn't need my protection. Poor Tad.
Caitlyn. Yeah. He does do that well. I hope Tad doesn't do anything rash.
Vicki: I’ll tell him it was just a bad joke. We were all drunk and J and I just danced while he was getting serviced. He’ll be embarrassed. I will make him believe he took advantage of you.
Did she just call me a hooker?
Vicki: Night, hun. It will blow over. Maybe we can try again and leave Tad out of it. I have the perfect replacement.
Who is this person? I knew she talked but I didn't think she would act. I hope she’s right and it will blow over but not before Jeremy looses connections and gains a mark on his reputation.
Caitlyn: We are leaving tonight. Text me if you need me.
By the time we got to the hotel, Jeremy had turned from calm to a blind rage. He slammed drawers, throwing things in our bags. I had never seen him so mad.
"This could have gone so well. You really fucked everything up, Caitlyn," Jeremy said, as he zipped up the bag. "Charleston is a big player. What are we going to do?"
"Jeremy, I just . . . she said . . . "
"No words, huh? No words because you just fucked our future. Ruined my career."
"He wasn't into me, I guess."
"Then you did not try hard enough. Vicki didn't have a problem writhing under my hand."
"That's not fair, Jeremy and you know it."
He took his hand and put it on his groin and roughly moved it up and down. "Is that how you did it? NO one likes that. Why would I think a little prude like you would ever pull anything like that off?"
"A little prude? That's what you think of me?"
"Come on, Caitlyn. You’ve been a block of ice for years. Lie on the bed and let me do all the work."
I bit my tongue. I wanted to say, ‘what about the other women? Did they just lie there too? You’ve been through enough of them.’ Instead, I kept the words in my head. I kept my composure. I was almost free. There is no way I was going to blow everything I had done and planned for a year over one Jeremy tantrum.
When our driver arrived, Jeremy was still fuming. I thought I would feel better to know I had damaged his career. I had single-handedly alienated his best ally. Maybe when this was all over, I would send a note to Tad apologizing.
"You have to fix this, Caitlyn. You made this mess. Fix it," he said.
You were almost out. Why are you staying for this? You already tarnished his reputation. What are you waiting for? Leave tonight. No, I need to see it through. Maybe Jeremy was right. Maybe I am bipolar? No. I’m not. I’ve just had enough. I’ve lived too many years with his games and deceit. The guilt I felt was eating me alive.
Jeremy began texting different work contacts talking about deals he had going on. I knew he was testing the waters to see if Tad had said anything yet. I took his phone out of his hands.
"What a
re you doing?"
"Come on, Jeremy. This is more than just being mad that Tad overreacted. Aren't you a little disappointed everything ended so quickly?”
"I’m not in the mood for your games, Caitlyn."
I began to kiss his neck and started the seduction I had half-heartedly tried on Tad. This time I was into it.
"The driver is right there, Caitlyn."
"Let him watch," I said, as I pushed Jeremy down and unzipped his pants. No matter how mad Jeremy was at me, this would not be something he could resist. This was what made him tick. This part of him was his guide.
I was not the kind of wife to dole out blow jobs. It wasn't in my nature. It truly disgusted me. I didn't give and I didn't expect anything like that in return. I had no desire for that kind of intimacy with anyone but I allowed myself to become that person. Tonight, I knew, I was in control. Not giving him time to achieve climax, I climbed on top of him and pretended that once again I was with someone else.
This is what Jack and I could have done that night but he was a gentleman. As I ground on Jeremy, I was angry. I took out my frustration on him. This would have been what I had with Jack. This was angry sex and I wanted him to hurt. Ripping his shirt open, I dragged my nails down his chest and bit his neck . . . hard.
"Ow, babe," he cried but didn't stop me.
This only fueled me. It had been my plan. I had come up with the idea but I ended up being the one humiliated and angry. Not by Tad's response, he had been honorable in the end and didn't want to share his wife. He had felt shame and true guilt. Jeremy was eager for more. He easily decided having someone else would be perfect. Most men would have protested, at least a little bit. Not my husband. He wanted to know when and where. And the sad thing was, if I offered it up again, I had no doubt he would do it again. Even after the fallout.
When Jeremy released, I cruelly pulled off of him before he finished.
He shuddered. "What are you trying to do, Caitlyn? Break my dick?"
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