My lover David and I were sitting at my kitchen table across from my husband Jack. My husband looked at me stone faced. He had just got home from work and never acknowledged David. My name is Jesse,
I began the speech I had been preparing for weeks, "Jack, I didn't want to hurt you but what I'm about to tell you certainly will, but there is nothing I can do but be open. David and I have been having an affair for the last year. I am sorry. I am in love with David as much as I am in love with you, I have never loved you any less since our affair began. Women can love two men at the same time."
"Somethings have changed over the last few weeks. David is being transferred to our firm's London office, effectively ending our affair. We wanted it to end with a bang so we're going on a two-week cruise to the Caribbean. There's no way I could hide this from you, so I wanted to be open about it. When the cruise is over, I will return to you and be your faithful wife until I die."
There was no response from Jack. He sat there stone faced, his hands clasped on the table, you could barely tell if he was breathing. His eyes never left mine.
"Again Jack, I am so sorry I hurt you. I will return to you in two weeks."
There was still no response from Jack. David made a motion to me that we should just leave so I grabbed my suitcase that I had packed, and David and I left. Jack was still sitting at the table, staring at where my eyes had been. David had already sold his car, so we got into mine and headed to a hotel by the airport. Early the next morning we would head over to the airport, board our flight to Miami to begin the end of our relationship.
David looked uncomfortable in the morning; I asked him what was on his mind. He said, "we broke a good man last night."
I was filled with regret.
We left my car at the hotel and took the shuttle to the airport. While waiting for our flight, I ordered a coffee at Starbucks and my credit card was declined. In fact, all my credit cards were declined. David had to pay for it. I started calling the banks and they said the card was reported lost or stolen and since Jack was the authorized card holder, only he could remove the lock. I tried getting some cash from the ATM machine and was told I had insufficient funds.
Frustrated, I called Jack. His number was no longer in service.
David and I were in a panic. The plan was for all of these costs to be charged to my cards so his wife wouldn't know about the cruise and our affair. But that didn't matter for long. David showed me an email that was sent to a number of people including our bosses and his wife. Attached to the email was a video. Jack had recorded my whole conversation I had with him last night and sent it to everybody.
Both our phones started to blow up, the first one I answered was from my mother who called me a cheating slut and I was disowned. Then my father got on the line, and he was angrier than my mother.
David's wife was demanding a divorce and was going to take David for every penny he had. His boss called him and said the transfer to London was on hold and they would decide next week if he still had a job.
It was time to board the plane, so we turned our phones off. I was crying as we took our first-class seats. Neither David nor I spoke on the flight to Miami and except for some logistics, we didn't speak again until we were in our stateroom on the ship.
David suggested that we were both fucked so we might as well make the most out of the cruise. After dinner, we tried making love but neither of us were truly engaged. I couldn't get wet, and David couldn't stay hard. He was such an excellent lover, the thing I loved most about him, and it was gone. I hoped that once the shock had ebbed, we would be able to enjoy ourselves.
There was another hiccup the following day. The cruise line required a credit card on file to cover incidentals on the trip. Of course, we used my card which was now cancelled so David had to put his card on file.
"Jesse, my wife will use every one of these charges to destroy me in the divorce," said David.
I began to worry that Jack would divorce me. That wasn't what I wanted. I loved him and I truly planned on returning to him after the cruise and I thought he loved me enough to take me back. I had no plan B on what I would do if he didn't.
Instead of enjoying our time in the sun, we spent most of our time discussing contingency plans. We discussed staying together when we got back. A week into the cruise, David broke my heart when he told me he wasn't interested in maintaining our relationship.
"Jesse, you know this was mostly about sex. I never planned on being with you long term. I will not see you again after we get back. Hopefully, my wife will take me back. That's my goal. I could never stand not being able to see my children all the time."
That ended my relationship with David. We still slept in the same bed together but there was no sense of intimacy. We never ate together again or spent any time together. I never left the ship after that and passed on all the beautiful Caribbean beaches. We barely spoke on the flight home.
As we were waiting for our luggage, several people approached us. I was served with divorce papers and a lawsuit for alienation of affection from David's wife. David received the same lawsuit from Jack and divorce papers from his wife.
Things got worse when people from our HR organization presented us with termination papers.
Our relationship was going out with a bang.
We took the shuttle back to the hotel we stayed at to pick up my car, but it wasn't there.
"Jesse, whose name was your car in?"
"Why Jack's of course."
He called for an Uber. We took the Uber to my house; Jack wasn't ready to face his wife.
You couldn't miss the "for sale" sign on the front lawn as we pulled up.
We grabbed our bags and headed up to the front door.
"Jesse, who owns the house?"
"It was Jack's when we got married."
There was an envelope on the front door, I grabbed it and sat down on the steps to read it.
"Jesse don't try to enter the house. If you do, you'll be violating the restraining order that was attached to your divorce papers. Included in the envelope is a cash card with a value of $978.34, which was half the cash in our savings and checking. The key is to a storage facility where I placed your belongings. Please retain a lawyer and have him contact mine so we can move forward. Jack"
I looked in the windows, all the furniture had been removed and the walls were bare. We both had to pee, so we walked around back. There were ashes of a big bonfire. I could see the remains of our bed and pieces of picture frames. I recognized the cover of our wedding album. Most of the remains were unidentifiable but I was certain that Jack had burned anything that would have reminded him of me.
David was trying to call his wife, but the calls went directly to voice mail. I needed a place to stay so I called my parents. They asked me if I was crazy because they would never let a cheating slut sully their house. I got the same message from my brother and sister. There was nowhere for me to go. The same for David. Besides his wife, he had no family in the area.
My phone rang with a number I didn't recognize, I was Jack. "Jesse, you and David need to get off my porch. You are violating the restraining order and the real estate agents have a showing this afternoon."
"I have no where to go Jack, why did you have to record me and then send it all those people. You ruined me."
"I think you ruined yourself Jesse, and besides, you broke me."
Jack ended the call.
David and I ended up in a cheap motel. We were so fucked. Homeless, unemployed, with limited funds available and no options. And we realized we hated each other.
My divorce was quick. There were little assets that were accrued during our marriage. Because I lost my job for violating my company's ethics code, the judge was not generous in the monthly support payments I would be getting from Jack. David's divorce was worse. His wife was demanding every ounce of his flesh she could get, and David's lawyer was going to send him into bankruptcy. He ended up moving to his parents which were several states away.
When Jack and I met, I was working as a waitress in a diner and that's where I ended up. Between waitressing and my support payments I was able to afford a small apartment a block away from the diner. I didn't have much of a sex life. The owner demanded I fuck him every night and the chef would fuck me every morning. There was nothing loving about these fucks, they would stick their dicks in me and come. There were no kisses or loving caresses. In between rushes, the began demanding blow jobs or would double team me.
He demanded changes in my wardrobe, shorter skirts and see-through tops without a bra. The skirts barely covered my ass. When the owner's friends would come in, he would lift my skirt exposing me and pull open my blouse. The owner started inviting his friends to fuck me. I was getting fucked six times a day, but I rarely had an orgasm, they didn't care about my pleasure.
From the moment my credit card had been declined at the airport, I was amazed at how fast Jack pulled all of his revenge together. The email addresses for my company's senior leadership, David's wife's information, plus the lawyers and the lawsuits. I pulled out the divorce papers and saw that Jack had signed off on them five months before the cruise. He was well prepared because he knew.
Property sales are public records, and I found the house he bought after he sold our house. I was sitting on his porch one day, about six months after the cruise, when he came home from work.
"Hello Jesse, to what do I owe this pleasure," he asked?
"I have some questions I would like to ask you Jack, may I come in."
