My soon to be ex-husband Jack was loading the last of his personal belongings into his jeep and she was helping him. She in the cutoff denim shorts with mile long legs. She who refused to make eye contact with me as I watched them from my bedroom window. She who had to know I was watching them.
She was Jesse, my oldest daughter's best friend's mother. We had been good friends until her family moved to the west coast for her husband's job. Now he was her ex-husband and a year ago she moved back here once their divorce was final. We had gone out for drinks or dinner a few times since she came back.
In my mind, she was Jesse James the husband stealing hussy. But in reality, she didn't steal Jack, I drove him away because he never reacted the way I expected. Every one of my plans blew up in my face. Maybe I never really knew Jack.
It has to be four years ago that Jack came to talk to me about my snoring. We both knew my snoring was directly related to how much wine I drank and I always drank too much wine. The solution was easy but I told Jack he would just have to get used to it. Jack moved into the guest room and we never slept together again unless we had company. Even then he usually slept on the sofa in the rec room.
That was one of dozens of times when Jack did the opposite of what I hoped for. I tried to get him to help me picking up the clutter that accumulated. Instead he hired a cleaning lady to come in once a week.
A year ago I tried to make him jealous by having an affair. He was sitting at his desk in his home office watching baseball when I told him about the affair and apologized. I expected him to fight for me or beg me not to leave him. Instead he said he knew, handed me a fucking manilla envelop and guided me out of his office, telling me to get a lawyer. He closed the office door behind me. What the fuck was I thinking, we hadn't slept together in years and add a few more years before that since we had sex.
My lover was just some guy I met in a coffee shop near my building. I hardly knew anything about him except that he smiled at me. There was no great seduction, he invited me to his apartment around the corner the third time we shared cup of coffee. When I told my lover that I confessed our affair to my husband, he asked me to lose his number and he hoped to never see my thunder thighs again.
Jack's jeep was almost full. She was bent over the back of the jeep trying to make more room. She of the beautiful legs, no thunder thighs on Jesse, I could imagine Jack licking up those thighs. Heck, I could imagine me licking up those thighs and I haven't done that since college after too much wine. My Jack knew how to lick pussy, some of my most powerful orgasms were brought on by his tongue and I was getting wet standing here thinking about that tongue. I could teach my old college roommate some new tricks. Of course that wasn't the only way Jack made me come and I wondered if Jesse was now enjoying his many talents. My lover sucked in bed although he didn't realize it.
I expected Jack to fight for the house and his workshop. Even when we got along in the early years it was hard to get him out of the shop. Our house was filled with beautiful furniture he built or refinished. It shocked me when he sold all of the equipment in his shop and he declined to take any of the furniture in the house. The house was surrounded by the beautiful gardens he had laid out. Jack was walking away from everything, everything that had been us.
Everything except his daughters. He volunteered to be responsible for their college tuition payments. Any hope that the girls would remain neutral vanished when they found out about my affair. I didn't expect that but why wouldn't they side with Jack instead of the cheater.
Maybe it was out of spite when my oldest Anna told me she gave her father Jesse's number and suggested that he call her. Anna was so pleased with herself when their relationship gelled. And she never passed up a chance to drop little remarks like spending the night at her friend's house and finding her father sitting at the table in the morning. And she had to tell me how much he smiled when he was there.
And Jack and Jesse were smiling at each other now with Jesse's hand on his chest. How did this go so fucking wrong? Jack should be smiling at me like that, not Jesse. It should be my hand on his chest, not hers. When did it go so fucking wrong? Probably before the snoring chat fiasco. Before that had been the discussions about the decline in our sex life. Jack blamed the wine. I couldn't understand how I was never in the mood even though I knew Jack would always come up with a different way to make me see god. Maybe I was just tired of seeing god, Jesse of the beautiful legs was probably seeing god quite frequently now. When did I become so fucking stupid?
Anna was definitely helping her father move on and was helping him move out. Our youngest daughter Jenna ghosted me as soon as she heard about my affair. I wondered where she was, probably at her boyfriend's seeing god I thought. Jenna felt she was no longer obligated to tell me where she was or when she would be home and she was no longer obligated to take any advice from a slut who would cheat on her husband. That's a quote.
I knew Jack tried to smooth things over between me and Jenna, she would yes him and then go back to pretending I didn't exist. At least she wasn't rubbing Jack's newfound happiness with Jesse in my face.
Anna was back the next day with her father's jeep and Jesse. They were loading Anna's stuff into the Jeep. I had to go out and ask, I knew what the answer was but part of my misery forced me out the front door.
I nodded at Jesse, "What are you doing Anna?"
"I'm moving in with Mrs. Atkins, her daughter and I will be roommates next year in college so we figured we would start learning how to be roommates now."
"Were you going to ask me about this first, don't I get a say."
"No, you don't get a say, besides I discussed it with my father and he said it sounded like a good idea. Besides I'll get to see him more often at Mrs. Atkins since he's there so often. I don't know why he keeps that apartment except for Jenna."
"What do you mean for Jenna?"
"She's been living there since Dad got the apartment, you didn't notice?"
"I thought she's been staying at her boyfriends."
"Of course not, I mean she's not celibate but she doesn't take after her mother either. You know I'm the one who told dad about your affair. I was downtown and saw you walking down the street holding your lover's arm. I had trouble believing it but I watched you go into his apartment building. You were out pretty quick and began to think I misjudged you. I was sitting in the coffee shop as you walked by and you had that 'just fucked' look on your face."
I wanted to slap her face, I felt she had just slapped mine. How many times did she disrespect me in front of Jesse in these last few minutes.
