Chapter One: How it all began...
My story is a simple one, but the result is rewarding, complicating and destructive. Destructive because when the truth comes to light, my husband of seven years, the father of my two children will divorce me. Complicating because I had an affair. But the reward is well worth the pain and suffering that will take place.
I started feeling the itch...the seven year itch. My husband wasn't paying much attention to me. I was carting the kids around town in the mini-van. Suzanne to ballet and Jr to soccer. We were the perfect little family, but I got bored with the status quo. I decided to do something about it.
While the children were at their activities, I drove to the Morristown Mall. I headed straight to the lingerie shop, Bare Essentials. I tried on several teddies, corsets and nightgowns. I shopped without guilt and received lots of assistance from the saleslady. I think she lived her fantasy of shopping through me. In the end, I purchased four outfits.
"Thank you, Ms. Walker. Your purchases made me win the monthly sales drive."
"My pleasure. What do you win?"
"$500.00 and a weekend off from the store."
"So what are you going to do with a weekend off and ‘extra money' to spare?"
"I am taking my husband away to a swingers weekend in Vermont. Sex and skiing all weekend long!!!"
She sounded so excited. "That sounds like fun. When is it? And how much does it cost?"
"The weekend after thanksgiving. And it is only $300.00 per couple, which includes dinner, ski lift pass, champagne, and of course access to all the amenities, Jacuzzi, open bar, steam room and such. Don't forget that it is a swingers retreat. SEX . . . SEX . . . SEX."
"You know that might be the ticket for my husband and I, to get ahem . . .reacquainted."
"Here is the promotion flyer for the trip."
"Thanks, Crystal."
"Your welcome, Ms. Walker. I hope I see you there"
The way she said it, embarrassed me. She had seen me in the numerous outfits I had tried on and now she had a shit eating grin on her face, inviting me to a "Swingers Ski Retreat."
Giggling to myself, I left the boutique. I could never see myself going to something like that. Although she did seemed to be invigorated about it. I opened the tail end of my mini van and threw my bags and the paper on the floor. I didn't give it a second thought.
I arranged for my mother to watch the kids for the weekend I made reservation for a suite at the Taj Mahal in Atlantic City. . I took Friday off from work, I went to the spa for a pampering day then had my hair cut and styled. Promptly at 4:00 o'clock, the limousine I rented pulled into my driveway. I had on some of my new lingerie and a mini dress. I felt fabulously sexy. The driver grabbed the overnight bag and placed it in the trunk.
"Atlantic City, right Ma'am?"
"Yes, but first a stop at 33rd West Main Street, Downtown. We have to pickup my husband."
"Very well."
As we pulled up to my husband's office building, I had a strangest feeling come over me. I felt weird, like something was wrong. As Bernard held the door for me, I took a deep breath.
"I'll be right back."
"Yes Ma'am"
Bernard was so polite. His demeanor made me feel like a rich high society bitch. I entered my husband's building, and asked for him at the security desk. I lit a cigarette while I waited. I was stomping out my butt, when Roger, his assistant approached me. The look on his face told me the story. Jack had been keeping long hours lately and that was the reason I was trying to surprise him with the weekend get away.
"He left already.", Roger simply stated.
"What?!?!"
"He left at noon. He said he was going to surprise you with some roses and candy."
"I took off from work and have been planning this weekend for a month."
"Sorry." Roger spun on his heels, and started to walk away.
