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.
'
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.
"That's as maybe but it's not happening." I smiled before changing the subject, "So, how was your night?"
"I've had better but it certainly got Selwyn going when I told him all about it."
"You're so bad, I don't know how you get away with it?"
Deanna chuckled shamelessly, "My husband loves it. Hearing about my adventures turns him on."
I sighed and finished my coffee, "Another?"
"Do you have any wine babe?"
Five minutes later I was back from the kitchen and our coffee cups had been replaced with wine glasses.
"Have you thought any more about coming back to the parties? Selwyn's still keen to invite a few singles to freshen things up a little."
Deanna swirled the white wine around her glass and avoided looking at me as she asked the question.
"I couldn't.... not if Jon was there with... with her."
Biting her bottom lip my friend studied me for a few seconds, considering what I had said and letting a pensive silence descend on us before responding.
"What if he was there without Jennifer?" Her voice was barely audible when she finally spoke again.
For a second I sat and looked blankly back at her, struggling to comprehend what she had just said.
"What.... what do you mean? What's happened?" I finally managed to splutter when her words sank in.
"Don't get too excited hon, because I'm not sure of anything, but Selwyn heard a rumour that he had come to his senses and kicked her out."
My heart started to race, "A rumour? Hasn't he spoken to Jon? He's his boss."
"No, not yet. He was going to try to get hold of him when I left to come to see you."
I sat back with my mind in a whirl as a whole torrent of thoughts filled my brain.
'Had Jon really broken up with Jennifer?'
'Was there a chance we could get back together?'
'Should I go to the next party?'
In a matter of half-an-hour my life had been turned upside down yet again and, suddenly, I had a glimmer of hope for my future.
Despite forcing myself to remain calm and not get carried away I couldn't help but feel a small tingle of excitement deep in the pit of my stomach.
"I'm going to go babe. I want to get back to my husband." Deanna swallowed the last of her wine, her voice jerking me away from my thoughts, "I'll let you know as soon as I hear anything more."
"Please." I almost begged her.
"And think about coming to the next party. Selwyn has a few single men he'd like to invite." She added with a salacious grin.
"Yeah sure."
I wasn't certain I would but now I was feeling a little more upbeat about the rest of the week-end and the upcoming week so, after a light dinner, I settled on the sofa and watched a movie.
By the time I went to bed I still hadn't had a call from Deanna and my good mood had soured a little but, nonetheless, I still managed a relatively good night's sleep.
Sunday passed uneventfully and, with still no update on Jon's situation from my friend, I did my best to remain positive deciding that I would go in to work the next day and simply try to avoid Darren.
Despite my new found optimism I still walked through the main doors to the office building with a sense of trepidation. Now I knew more about my boss, that he was married and had been Deanna's lover in the past, I regretted sleeping with him.
His door was pulled shut as I walked by and I didn't bother to say hello, going straight to the small kitchen to make my usual morning coffee.
Relieved at not seeing him I sat down at my desk and had just started to relax when he appeared in my doorway a few minutes before midday.
"Everything ok Taylor?"
I looked up in surprise as his voice jerked my attention away from the computer screen in front of me.
"Err.... yeah, sure.... it's all fine."
