Where Do We Go From Here?
Ch. 10.
It had been a revelation for me and I lay prone on the bed in shock from what Jan had said. Jan was telling me the story, with all of the gory details, about her extra week in St. Louis with Steve. She had first opened up the webpage for a high-end fetish escort service that was password protected. One of the links on the webpage led to a roster of stunningly beautiful women who were discretely available, to members of the service, to satisfy their varied sexual proclivities. What had stunned me the most was that Jan, my wonderful and intelligent wife, was one of the escorts available for hire. Included on Jan's pages were semi-nude and nude erotic photos of Jan advertising her charms and the sexual services that she was available to perform for discriminating members. The photos revealed her entire body in a variety of seductive poses without revealing her identity.
I have to admit that I was angry, disappointed, hurt, excited, aroused, and more attracted to her than I had ever been in my life. She had changed from the newly minted hotwife that I had left in the care of Steve, a man who I had thought was our friend, into a high-priced fetish performing escort. The sexual nature of my lovely Jan had been transformed from shy and demure into open, assertive, and highly sensual. I had a now totally erect hard-on throbbing beneath the sheets as Jan continued her story.
"After I was finally able to calm down from Steve harsh slap into reality I decided that I needed a shower. Steve of course joined me in the shower. I wanted to be alone but he obviously had other ideas.
"So Jan after we are done here I want to take you out for a nice seafood salad before I take you to get ready for the party." Steve said as he slipped into the shower and began rinsing his tall and muscular body.
"I would love a seafood salad." I replied as I began shampooing my hair. I felt Steve's fingers begin to lightly caress my head and scalp as he assisted me in my efforts to remove all traces of our sexual activities from my body. I slipped my own hands from my hair and gave out a deep sigh as I loved having my hair washed by someone else.
After the shower I dried and styled my hair while Steve dressed in the other room. I then applied my usual make-up paying close attention to my eyes with their long artificial lashes. It made me wonder why I had not considered wearing artificial eyelashes before as they made my eyes looks so much different; so alluring. I came out of the bathroom and found that Steve had laid out an outfit for me to wear for dinner. It consisted of a pair of silky black thong panties, a matching lacy bra, a light colored summer dress, and a pair of high-heeled sandals.
"That is a nice outfit Steve but they do not look like party clothes to me." I said as I sat on the bed and began dressing in the pretty underwear.
"Oh yeah, about that." He began. "We are going over to the hotel afterwards and Nicole is going to help you get dressed for the party."
"Who's Nicole?" I asked as I fastened the barely there bra.
"Ah she's the girl who trains all of my other girls for me. She will be at the party too." He replied and we both finished dressing.
I was beginning to feel anxious about the evening's activities and I believe that Steve could pick-up on my emotions as he pulled me in for a big kiss and a tight hug. He whispered softly to me as he held me in his arms. His strong arms felt wonderful and calming as he held me wrapped up in them. My mood was a bit better but not great.
"I know what you need to take the edge off." Steve said with a grin.
He broke the embrace and walked over to small zippered leather case that I knew he carried at all times but was now on a small table beside the bed. He opened it and took out an orange plastic pill bottle. He popped the lid and extracted one white oval shaped pill and held it up to my view. I recognized it right away; Xanax.
"No Steve, not Xanax, please." I said pleadingly. Steve had plied me with Xanax before when I was feeling anxious and I did not like the effects. I never felt like myself and I seemed to lose my inhibitions and some of my awareness of what was occurring around me.
"No Jan you need this, it will help you relax and enjoy the evening." Steve insisted and I took the pill from him and the offered glass of water and swallowed them both. I was now feeling anxious about the party, the situation and the side-effects of the tranquilizer I had just taken.
Steve drove up to a well-appointed restaurant in the downtown area where he was immediately recognized by the hostess but the owner himself seated us in a corner booth overlooking the entire restaurant. He and Steve chatted amicably for a few minutes after we were seated. He then left after Steve introduced me to him. Steve ordered a bottle of white wine for the two of us from the waitress. I knew that I needed to be careful drinking after taking Xanax but I was feeling more relaxed already.
One of the effects of Xanax that bothered me the most was the feeling of being out of it; not being totally aware of what was going on around me and not feeling in control. I would find myself spacing out at times; getting lost in my own thoughts. Conversations become difficult to follow and I would lose my thought in the middle of a sentence. I guess you could say it turned me into a bimbo.
When dinner was finished Steve and I got into his SUV and he began driving to the Hyatt Regency hotel where a group of civil engineers was having their annual conference. I struggled to remember what we discussed at dinner and I was not sure how much of my shrimp salad I had actually eaten. Often I would be staring out of the window and just losing myself in the passing city lights that were just beginning to come on. At those times I would shake my head and try to rouse myself from my semi-conscious state. Steve finally noticed that I was having some difficulty staying awake.
"Jan you look like you could use a little bump. Wait until we get to the hotel." Steve said in a pleasant voice.
"Okay." I mumbled and tried to stay in the moment.
Steve parked the large and shiny SUV in the parking ramp and we both took the elevator to the main lobby of the hotel. From there we took the main elevator to the 2nd floor where Steve had booked 3 rooms for the evening; once again he had received a special rate. We walked to the room and Steve knocked on the door. Nicole opened the door almost immediately.
"Steve, Hi, your looking good." She said with a big open smile. "Oh and this must be Krystal." She said first hugging Steve and then pulling me into a firm embrace. She kissed my cheek then whispered in my ear. "Aren't you a cutie?"
"Hi Nicole." I slurred and returned her hug. Her perfume was an exotic scent and seemed to fit her well. I appraised Nicole and she appeared to be in her thirties; a bottle blond with a shapely body and heavy but very well coordinated make-up. Her bright white smile revealed perfect teeth behind slightly plump lips. Her breasts were quite large and stood out firmly from her chest.
