I originally started this expecting it to run over 5 or 6 pages but somehow it grew into 72,000+ words and I ended up splitting it into seven parts, mainly for ease of reading. For that reason, I've placed it in Novels and Novellas rather than Romance or Loving Wives, either of which might also have been a suitable genre for it.
Please note all 7 parts are written and will be released to Literotica as and when I finish editing them (hopefully that will be weekly).
I make no apology for the fact that my characters are flawed; they make poor decisions and bad choices but somehow they manage to enjoy a happy ending. That's just how I like them. So, if you prefer your story's a little more sugar coated then perhaps this isn't for you.
Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome but please remember it is just a story, the people don't exist and the situations never happened.
At least not as far as I know.
Please enjoy.
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It's Just Sex - part 7
'Escort!'
'Prostitute!'
'Whore!'
The same three words repeated themselves over and over through my head as I sat in the back of the taxi and stared out of the window at the world closing up for the night around me.
Was that really what Jerome, had suggested I become.
Could that be really what my ex-husband Jon thought of me now?
I could feel the tears pricking the corners of my eyes as I tried to make sense of the way my life was continuing to spiral out of control at everything I did.
"You ok love?"
The voice of the cab driver jerked me out of my reflections.
"Sorry, what?"
"Are you ok?"
"Oh yes, yes thanks."
I dismissed his concerns and went back to wondering what I was going to do about work on Monday and Jerome's suggestion I go and work for his agency.
Paying the cabbie, I hurried up the stairs to the safety of my small apartment. Once inside I realised I was thirsty and then remembered that he hadn't even made me a coffee before I left his place.
So, feeling a desperate need for caffeine, I started to fix myself one and let myself think back over the events of the evening.
Throughout the evening Jerome had shown me what an arrogant arsehole he was and I had already decided that I had no intention of ever texting him, even though the sex had been incredible, probably the best I had ever had after Leon. Then his suggestion before I left, that I go and work as an escort for his business had just confirmed my opinion of him.
However, there were other decisions that needed to be made about my future and what I really needed to do was speak to Deanna. It was late though and I knew she would either still be with Andrew or at home with her husband.
Flopping down onto the sofa with my coffee I sighed, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I wanted my husband back, that much I was certain of but, as always, I had no idea of how to go about it.
Then there was my job. I wasn't sure I could go back to work on Monday and face Darren, not after the way he used me and certainly not now I knew the truth about him.
Sex with him had been pretty good and I had, just for a while, let myself wonder if there might be something more than just the physical between us. Was it possible that if Jon didn't want me then perhaps someone else might.
Then I had found out he was married and, on top of that, Deanna was also sleeping with him and had been, on and off, for a few years.
I knew I was being hypocritical about the fact he had a wife; all the men I had slept with from the parties had been married. The difference with them though was that their wives had known and had been doing exactly the same as me.
'But if I didn't go back to work what would I do?'
'Become an escort for Jerome?'
For a moment indecision gripped me again and I paused, considering the idea and then immediately dismissing it. There was no way I was going to do that.
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What did I want?'
It was an easy question to answer.
What I really wanted was my husband back, even though he was seeing Jennifer Waites now.
That led on to my next thought, one I seemed to be having a lot lately.
'How could I get him back?'
Sipping my coffee, I stared blankly at the wall opposite and thought about everything, the tears slowly starting to trickle down my cheeks.
My life was a mess, partly of my own making, and I had no idea how to get out of it. More than anything I needed to talk to my best friend so picking up my phone I tentatively started to type.
Once I was done I finished my now lukewarm drink and headed for the bedroom and sleep.
It was past nine when I woke up the following morning and after my first coffee of the day I showered and thought about what I was going to do.
Not wanting to dwell on my problems I followed my usual routine and tried to keep myself occupied; there was laundry to be done, the flat needed tidying and I made a quick trip out for groceries. All the while I waited for my best friend to call but by three o'clock I still hadn't heard from Deanna.
Feeling utterly despondent I made myself a coffee and had just sat down when there was a knock at my front door.
Wearily I forced myself up off the sofa to open it.
"Dee!"
Startled I took a half step back.
"Who else were you expecting." She grinned and eased past me into the tiny apartment.
"Umm... no one really."
Sitting herself down on my couch she picked up my drink, "Do you mind? I'm desperate for one."
"No, you go ahead, I'll make myself another."
It was a couple of minutes later when, with a fresh cup of coffee in hand, I dropped onto the couch next to her.
"So, how was last night?"
I hadn't even had a chance to take my first sip when she began to question me about Jerome.
"It was great, at least until he turned out to be an arsehole." I told her honestly, "How about yours?"
"Why? What happened?" Ignoring my question, she continued to probe.
"He... err he.... umm."
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, I found myself embarrassed to tell her about what he had suggested.
"Oh, come on hon, he obviously fucked you last night."
"And then I left." I whispered keeping my eyes fixed firmly on the floor.
"Ok but was it good? Did you enjoy it?"
Looking up I couldn't help but relax a little and grin, "Yes, the sex was great, it was just him."
"So, what's the problem."
"It was.... afterwards, when I was telling him about Darren and work and that I didn't know if I could face going back there."
Deanna shrugged and took a mouthful of her coffee, "What did he actually say?"
"He.... he suggested I become a whore and work for the agency he runs."
"A whore!" The surprise in her voice was more than evident.
"Well, an escort, but basically it's the same thing, isn't it?"
"Are you going to do it?" Her eyes went wide as she looked at me, "It all sounds rather.... wicked."
"No. I'm not!" I suppose I should have been outraged but, even if it had only been for a brief moment, I had considered it as well, "All I want is my husband back."
"I can think of worse ways to earn a living though." She bit her bottom lip and giggled naughtily.
