Chasing Caitlyn

by Marnie Cate

  Caitlyn: I need a favor?

  Jack: Anything.

  Caitlyn: I have to go away for the weekend with my husband.

  Jack: Is everything ok?

  Caitlyn: No. Ready for this to end

  Jack: End it now. You don't need him.

  Jack: Sorry. How can I help?

  I sent the picture of the conversation between Ginger and Jeremy. It took several minutes before he replied.

  Jack: He's a real piece of work. I’ll check on her. You’re lucky to be free of that, Caitlyn. You deserve better.

  Caitlyn: Thank you. I’ll talk to you soon.

  Jack: If you need anything, I'm here.

  Caitlyn: TY

  Deleting the message, I threw on my clothes and carefully put on my make-up. I would be the trophy wife for a little bit longer. I would continue with my plan, even if it meant one last weekend away with a man I knew I could never love again.

  Twenty-three

  Saturday, the men played golf while Vicky and I spent the day in the spa. By the time the men returned, we were both dressed and ready for a night out. My mind had been spinning.

  Step One - securing my finances was solid. I had a job and enough money to not worry about my security for a long time.

  Step Two – shake up his world was in play. I had met the mistress. Now, I needed to bring it to a new level.

  Step Three – tarnish his reputation. The thing that was most important to Jeremy. Without his reputation, he didn’t amount to anything.

  Friday night, while Jeremy and I were getting ready for bed, I told him about the conversation Vicky and I had earlier that day. His eyes lit up at the suggestion of swapping partners.

  "Would you be ok with me spending an evening with Tad while you were with Vicky?" I asked, nonchalantly.

  "No strings? No guilt later?" 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?"

  "I trust you, babe. It would be one night of consenting fun between four adults. Wait, I wouldn't have to touch him, right?"

  "No. We’ll be in separate beds. 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 that he can pretend he doesn't see you with Vicky. 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’s eyes gleamed with greed. He looked like a kid on Christmas Eve thinking of all 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’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 promised. Yes, Jeremy. You will soon be surprised by me again.

  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. The drinks kept coming and I discretely poured mine into the plant behind us. I couldn't have planned our seats better myself.

  With the effects of the alcohol making itself known, I suggested we have the driver take us to downtown San Diego. Before the club, I changed into a black mini dress with a silver zipper that ran from my belly button to my pushed-up breasts. I ordered it from an online website known for dressing ‘the best of the best’ in the porn industry. I looked like a very expensive call girl. My costume was 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 nightclubs Thomas told me about. He once described to me the booths in dark corners where couples hid away. I knew its loud music and a sexy vibe would be perfect. The scantily clad waitresses and the free-flowing champagne excited Jeremy. I generously tipped the hostess and she found us a very discrete booth away from the crowd.

  When we reached the table, Vicky cried, "God, I love this song. Come on, Tad. Dance with me."

  Tad wrinkled his nose as he looked at the crowd of dancers. "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 had been something sharp at hand, I would have stabbed it in his eyeball.

  I whispered in his ear. "Yes, just be discrete and make sure Vicky has a fabulous time."

  "Are we dancing or are you guys going to whisper all night," Vicky whined.

  Jeremy beamed at Vicky 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. Our ordered drinks arrived and I took a long sip of the martini. Tad watched our spouses dancing to techno music. Jeremy winked at me and I blew him a kiss 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?"

  Tad gave me a winning smile. I just asked him about his favorite thing – golf. He 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 Vicky. She threw back her head and I imagined 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. Vicky could end up being an innocent victim. I shouldn't feel 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, if necessary.

  I noticed Jeremy pull Vicky into a dark part of the dance floor, and 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. What can we do to make this a fun evening for us?"

  "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 started rubbing the growing spot between his legs.

  His body responded to my touch, so 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 towards him. "It’s nice and private here. We’re in the shadows and no one is watching. Can I be honest, Tad?"

  He moaned, "Yeah."

  "I've had my eye on you for a while. I would be lying if I didn't confess I’ve been fantasizing about being with you ever since our sailing trip last year. You were so masterful. If you’re a good boy tonight, I could make you feel really good."

  "I work with your husband," his eyes became wider.

  "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 t
rying 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.” My mouth was an inch from his while I accentuated the key words of my temptation.

  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're 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 while awkwardly tracing his fingers up and own my silk undergarments. He acted as if he was giving me some sort of pleasure.

  "Is that the way you like it? Does that feel good?"

  "Mmm, you know what to do with your hands, but I think I need to check out the merchandise." He shuddered as I unzipped his fly and slowly traced my fingernails along the flap of his silk boxers.

  "What are we doing? Vic'll 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 and pulled out his surprising small erection. No wonder Vicky wanted Jeremy.

  Tad shuddered as I gripped him. He moved from my breast and tried to passionately kiss me. He really was an unskilled lover. I considered moving my face lower to avoid his sloppy kisses.

  I broke away, and said, "If you work on my neck, I can work on you."

  Like an obedient student, he turned his slobbering mouth onto my shoulders and neck. After a brief moment, he looked up to confirm my approval.

  "Mmm," I moaned and gripped him tighter.

  He jerked, but returned to his assigned task. 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 Vicky.

  At first, the warm sweaty feeling of Tad repulsed me. However, 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.

  Overwhelmed with my efforts, he leaned his head back on the booth and closed his eyes. His moans grew louder, so I pressed my lips to his, silencing him.

  God, Caitlyn. Is this who you're becoming? How far will this go? Giving a gross old guy a hand job?

  I debated stopping, but he shivered violently as he finished. Shit. Already?

  He kissed me back softly now and murmured against my mouth, "You're 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 happened must have hit him. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and, in a panic, searched the dance floor.

  He found Jeremy and Vicky in a corner. Jeremy had her pressed against the wall. I knew they were doing more than dancing.

  "What? No, Caitlyn!" Tad pushed me away. "That was sick and wrong. What the fuck is your husband doing with my wife? Did you know this was happening?"

  "That was a little too fast for me, Tad. I thought you were going to make me feel good. You haven't even finished touching me." I frowned. "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 removed his hand from between my thighs and zipped up his pants.

  Pushing me away, he left the booth. He stormed onto the dance floor and yanked Jeremy off Vicky. "What are you doing?"

  Jeremy grinned, not even hiding his erection. "‘Sexy Saturday’, man. I saw you had a taste of my Caitlyn. Isn't she sweet?"

  Tad punched Jeremy in the face. "I don't know what deviant games you play, but Vicky 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're sick, Whittaker.” Tad jerked his wife and placed both hands on her shoulders. "What have you done, Vicky?"

  "Tad, it was nothing. We were just dancing. I would never…" Tears were in her eyes.

  "His cock is still out, Vic."

  Her eyes shifted down and she feigned mock surprise.

  Convincing. Vicky should have pursued an acting career.

  Watching the interaction from the table, I wasn't sure if I was pleased with the result or if it had backfired. Disgusted with what I did, I wiped the evidence from 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 hugged Vicky, kissed her hand, and then started leading her off the dance floor. Turning towards 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 off, 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 Vicky. This must be a big mistake. I really don't know what happened."

  "You ruined my weekend with…" Jeremy stopped himself. "Caitlyn, this is a mess. Carlson is a big deal in L.A. He’ll ruin me."

  "I’ll fix it, Jeremy," I promised. "Trust me. Maybe Tad was upset because of how quick came? He didn’t complain 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."

  Jeremy sighed. "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 Vicky couldn't wait for me to get her to the bathroom before I fucked her." Waiting outside the club, Jeremy's face grew dark. "Let's get back to the hotel to 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 are cutting 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 groaned, 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 Vicky.

  Caitlyn: Sorry. I misread the signals. He was into it. He even got off.

  Vicky: 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?

  Vicky: Tad 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 is 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, Vicky. 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.

  Vicky: 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?

  Vicky: He thinks you two are at fault. He thinks your husband was taking advantage of me and you set it up. 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. Maybe the 3 of us should have a go?

  Yeah, she is on her own. She doesn’t need my protection. Poor Tad.

  Caitlyn: Yeah. He does do that well. I hope Tad doesn't do anything rash.

  Vicky: I’ll tell him it was just a bad joke. We were all drunk. J and I just danced wh
ile he was getting serviced. He’ll be embarrassed. I'll make him believe he took advantage of you.

  Did she just call me a hooker?

  Vicky: 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? She liked to talk, but I didn't think she would act. I hope she’s right, and it will blow over, but not before Jeremy losses 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 into our bags. I had never seen him so mad.

  "This could have gone so well. You really fucked everything up, Caitlyn," Jeremy snarled as he zipped up the bag. "Carlson 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. Vicky 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 then 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 could 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. All you do is 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 the words stayed in my mind. 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 of Jeremy tantrum.

  When our driver arrived, Jeremy was still fuming. I thought I would feel better knowing his career had been damaged. I 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 ordered.