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Angie fell in love with her college roommate. The two girls explored a new world. Then boys enter thier lives. Years after that affair, Angie's marriage to Jake is falling apart. He tries to spice it up, but it back fires. Angie start's an affiar with Wendi, while she feels Jake is being unfaithful. Unexpected secrets come to the surface as Angie faces her sexuality.
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Can't hide those feelings any more
I dedicate this book to the only woman I have ever loved. I miss you every day! BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichChapter 1
Fall in Iowa paints beautiful pictures in nature. Mother Nature shows beauty in death; leaves changing colors, grass a golden brown, and sometimes pure white snow covers the ground. Although the trees long shed the colorful leaves, autumn still lingers on this chilly November day. Shining brightly in the sky, the sun attempts to warm up the frigid air. My best friend Amy joins me for lunch. We walk to a local café just a few blocks from the office.
“I really don’t know what to think” I say to my best friend Amy Osmond, as we discuss my suspicions about my husband’s extracurricular behaviors.
“You need proof if he is messing around. Why do you think there is another woman?” She tucks her long auburn hair behind an ear.
“Well the late nights at the office this time year does not make sense; it’s only November. It’s not even tax season!” I reply trying to sound justified.
“Angie Peters accusing Jake is not the solution, you know that! Just wait it out. Bummer lunch is never long enough!” Amy announces.
The rest of the day drags on at the office. Accountants at a law firm in Sioux City Iowa, Amy and I take care of all the bookkeeping. Working for several years at an accounting firm, Jake made partner over a year ago.
On the way home, I run a few errands. Paying Mary, the sitter, the girls, Allison and Abigail scream for their supper. Glancing at the clock, it reads 6:30. No wonder they are hungry. The evening routine takes on its life; supper, bathing the girls, picking out their clothes for the next day, and looking through backpacks. By the time I make into the bedroom its 10:00. After checking the cell phone for missed calls, I dial Jake’s cell and it goes straight to voice mail. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10… The anger takes on a whole new life; keep counting Angie, take control of it, I tell myself.
I should not be that upset, but this seems to be a common occurrence with him. Somehow, I manage to fall asleep. The clock reads midnight when Jake stumbles into bed, reeking of booze. A night out with the boys and he forgets to inform me. He fondles me and I push him away. Mumbling something first then he starts snoring.
After a busy and hectic week, Friday arrives with excitement. Per Amy’s suggestion, I plan a night out with Jake. Calling Jane, Mary’s mom, and then emailing Jake, and it starts coming together. At dinner Jake informs me that he has been talking to a coworker about her relationship. Wendi does not want to break up with her cheating fiancé, but she wants to do something. “You remember her from the company picnic last summer?” He inquires.
“Yes, and she was at the conference I attended in March.” I respond remembering her beauty and kindness.
The story goes on and on and I try my best to listen. Then the bomb drops, a huge nuclear bomb, one that will crumble the marriage and change our life forever. “I am bored with our sex life. You pushed me away the other night, you refuse…” Jake continues to talk but the only thing swarming in my mind is “bored with our sex life”.
Tears threaten to escape, but I refuse to let them drop. Noticing that I stopped listening, frustration encircles his eyes. “Look you were drunk the other night! You expect me” I stop myself, knowing an argument at dinner creates a lost cause. “Fine Jake, suggest something”
Adding potency to that bomb, he replies “I want a three-some, with Wendi Giese. Look we have only been with each other. Maybe adding some spice will help”, trying to lessen the blow, but it doesn’t work.
The room spins, the stomach drops, and the scent of that nuclear gas from the bomb seep through the nostrils. “Well Jake, if this is what you truly want and need.”
As the reply drifts out, Jake’s expression changes and for the first time in weeks I spy a smile. A genuine smile that light up his deep blue eyes making his mousy blonde hair shine, as mine go from blue to jealously green. He asks if I want dessert and I shake my head no. Frantically trying he tries to keep the conversation going, he reaches for my hand asking what is bothering me. I shake my head desperately praying that the burning water stay beneath the brim of my eyes.
Excitedly the girls greet us at the door asking for one more story. Jake pays Mary and I lead the girls to their bed. As I return I notice Jake texting someone. Asking for any receipts, I head to office to balance the checkbook and go over the monthly budget. I enter the debits into the spread sheet and then check the status of the account on line. Alone, salty liquid finally trickles down my cheeks. Knocking, Jake enters noticing the pain.
“Angie, please don’t shut me out.” He begs as he places his hands on my shoulders.
“Jake will you please give me a moment to get over the shock.” I speak with more anger than intended.
Seeing the hurt, I apologize. His lips brush my damp cheek and we head to bed. For the first time in several weeks he affectionately initiates by stroking my face and sweetly kissing my soft lips. My fingers run through his short blonde hair. He pulls my shirt off and removes my skirt. I unbutton his jeans and tease him. Laying me down, he penetrates deeply inside me. Climaxing together, I fall asleep in his arms.
In the morning Jake sees to the arrangements for the girls and calls Wendi at home, setting the date for next weekend. Texting Amy with the details of last night, she calls my cell phone.
“Hey, I can’t talk about it right now; how about we meet for coffee” I say right away. She agrees.
“Jake, I am going out for coffee with Amy” I yell out as I grab my jacket and car keys before he has a chance to rebuttal.
“I feel like it’s an excuse for him to touch another woman” I cry out to Amy. Tears flow freely down my cheeks. She reaches for my hand as sympathy overpowers her eyes.
“Hey, now you can touch a woman without feeling guilty” she replies with a devilish smile, as she and I remember our sexual relationship in college. It started when we were freshmen and roommates. Being inexperienced sexually, we practiced on each other. We still want to go back to our loving ways, but marriage, children, and the guilt makes us stop; agreeing it’s a form of cheating.
“But” I start then Amy interrupts, “but nothing, enjoy it! Let me live vicariously through you Angie. We have a strong friendship and I want you to do this. Anyway, you miss it more than I do.”
“Amy, you always know what to say thanks for being here for me!” We walk out to our cars and hug as we depart.
All week Amy and I discuss the upcoming date. I grow more anxious. It has been over sixteen years since I have touched a woman intimately. After a long week, Friday arrives with snow. The first snowfall of the season, always beautiful, but advises caution. This may put a dent into the plans. At lunch Amy notices the concern in my eyes. She offers to take the girls for the weekend, since Jake’s mom is refusing to drive 60 miles to pick up her granddaughters. My mom lives 2 hours away so that is not an option either. Jake calls close to 4 and asks if we are still on. I tell him yes with the change of plans, and I can hear his smile over the phone.
Anxieties setting in, I barley touch my supper. The excitement on Jake’s face shows his true feelings. My phone beeps. Remember to touch her more, hog her so Jake does not get much LOL. I chuckle as I read Amy’s text message. I send a quick LOL and a promise to share the details later. A knock on the door interrupts intense thoughts.
I answer the door. WOW, Wendi’s beauty overwhelms me. Her long brunette hair pops out her baby blue eyes. Welcoming her in, I take her coat. The lustful look on Jakes face tells me that he has been dreaming of this for a while. Opening the wine, Wendi tells me about herself. Her age comes as a shock, thirty. She appears just as shocked when I tell her that I am thirty-six. My hand lingers on Wendi’s as I hand her the wine. Sparks fly!!! Jake leads us up to the master suite. Eagerness fills my heart and soul. I make the first move by kissing those soft painted lips. The kiss deepens between Wendi and me. Unsure of what comes next, Jake unzips my dress, and then Wendi’s dress.
Unable to contain ourselves, Jake and I both gaze at Wendi’s stunning, sexy body. Slowly, my finger traces Wendi’s cheek. Jake does not waste anytime stripping down. “Let’s take care of Jake and then we’ll have some fun” I whisper into Wendi’s ear. Together we stroke Jake’s manhood and swiftly satisfying Jake.
“Jake, I need you to take a seat in the chair. Wendi and I are going to give you a show” I tell him.
He does what he is told to do, while I gently push Wendi onto her back. My mouth waters with anticipation as my senses take in her intoxicating aroma. I climb onto the bed and lay next to her, lightly kiss those lush lips. Eagerness fills her soul as she deepens our kiss. She explores my body with passion. Breaking the kiss, I move down to kiss her neck, slowly working my way to her gorgeous breasts; eagerly taking a nipple into my mouth. A moan escapes from her mouth. Glancing over at Jake, astonishment flows into his eyes. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he would watch his wife devour another woman.
Wanting to give Jake the show of his life, I move down Wendi’s flat stomach and then to her very moist nether region. Sliding my tongue across it, makes Wendi shutter. Craving her sweetness, and the desire for her honey asphyxiates my patience. Sensing the intensity, Wendi moans loudly as her hips move to my rhythm. Her body shakes, screams escape from her mouth and she floods my mouth with her sweet juices, covering my face. Jake comes over to kiss me passionately; tasting Wendi on my lips drives him wild.
“Sit Sweetheart, we are not finished.” Wendi tells him.
Wendi kisses my swollen lips; pushing her tongue into my mouth. Her hands explore my body. She caresses, touches, and kisses every inch of my body, tantalizing me as she kisses my thighs. At last, she reaches my most intimate region. Sucking me, a finger finds a way inside me. Filling a void, ecstasy penetrates my body and soul. A deep throat moan escapes my lips. My orgasm builds; my insides catch fire with desire. Climaxing, my body spasms and my fluids spurt out with such force.
Jake cannot contain himself any longer. He pulls me onto him and tells Wendi to sit on his face. Jake does not last long; dumping his hot load inside me. Wendi and I get up and Jake falls asleep almost instantly.
Tossing Wendi, a robe, I lead her down to the guest room. Turning on the shower, we slip inside. Tenderly we kiss, and caress each other with the soap. Drying each other off, Wendi asks if I will be joining her for the night. Sadness creeps upon my face as I tell her no. She pulls me down on to the bed and she kisses me goodnight. This transcends into a session between the two of us. Our bodies meld into one another. Gradually, our bodies move in unison. She clutches my ass, pressing me harder against her. Climaxing together, our bodies shudder together; moans muffled by the kissing, holding each other until the last spasm settles. I roll off, and snuggle up next to her.
“I don’t want Jake walking in on us sleeping in each other’s arms.” I barely choke out. Kissing one last time for the night, I slip out of the room. Climbing into bed with my husband, he reaches out for me in his sleep.
The sandman takes his sweet time finding me. Usually love making knocks me out. My mind races with the evening events and my feelings about the event. The heart wants what the heart wants, I tell myself, and it wants Wendi. Did Jake notice the strength of my orgasm with her? I ask myself. Finally a restless sleep finally finds me.
Morning comes with a vengeance. Rolling over, I notice Jake isn’t in bed. I pull on my robe, and trout down to the guest room. The door is slightly ajar. Peeping in, Wendi calls out to me. Scanning the room, I only spy Wendi. I ask if she has seen Jake and she shakes her head no. It takes me a moment to figure out that she has been crying. I go to her and hold her.
“I told my fiancé about last night and he came cleaned about sleeping around. The wedding is off and it sucks!” She says through sobs.
I hold her close as she finishes sobbing. We walk down stairs to the kitchen. Wendi catches Jake up on the latest news. He surprises us with breakfast, ham cheese omelets. My lips encounter her cheek, as I hand her my cell phone number. “Call, or text me if you need anything.” I tell her.
Little do I know how things are about to change. Jake expresses his disappointment about the three-some, saying he expected more. Smiling I reply, “Oh Sweetie you know you enjoyed watching your wife attack another woman, most men jump at that thought.”
“You have done that before, haven’t you?” Jake inquires.
I sit him down and tell him about the love affair Amy and I shared as college roommates, making sure he knows that it stopped as soon as he and I got serious. Deer in the headlight expression appears on his face. All this time and he never realized what my past holds.
We spend the rest of Saturday watching college football eating pizza and drinking beer. He shows more affection, wanting to cuddle while we cheer for the Iowa Hawkeyes. At half time, he initiates a powerful love making session, touching me in places he has not explored in a long time, spending time on those special excitement buttons. We spend over an hour enjoying each other’s touches and kisses. Finally, a hard-forceful climax overcomes us. Holding me for a long time afterwards, kissing tenderly.
While Norte Dame plays against Penn State, Wendi and I exchange text messages. We chat about the night before and how much we both enjoyed our time alone after Jake went to sleep. She wants to see me again and I inform her that tonight is not a good a night. We say good night with hopes of getting together soon.
I send a text message to Wendi after church Sunday morning. She wants to know if we can get together later today. I let her know that after supper I will text her to let her know when I can get away.
Late Sunday afternoon Amy brings the girls back home. We discuss the upcoming holidays. Taking the girls out for supper, Jake gives Amy and I time to catch up. Amy articulates her jealousy about sharing me. Not knowing it bothered her, I ask her what she wants.
“I love my life, my boys, and my husband; but sometimes I miss us.” She confesses.
“Amy, you will always be my first love, and my first lover. After this weekend, I never knew how much I missed being with a woman. How would you feel if I pursue a love affair with Wendi?” I ask with hesitation.
“Angie, you know it would be wrong. You are married; keep your vows to Jake.” Amy replies avoiding the real issue of her enviousness.
“You are avoiding the question. Wendi and I have been texting each other. We both want to be with each other. Any way you are the one who thought it was cheating.” I dodge the look in her eyes as I rebuttal.
Reaching out for my hand, Amy acknowledges my feelings and states that she will be supportive. Jake returns with the girls and hands me a Chicken Caesar Salad. Later, Wendi calls asking for help to pack up her fiancé’s stuff. Jakes says it would be good for me to get out for a bit. A smile creeps upon my face as Wendi found a way for us to see each other.
Wendi greets me with an affectionate kiss on the lips. She takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom. Our affair officially begins behind Jake’s back. Lovingly, Wendi kisses my neck. My hands explore her curves. Scattering our clothes on the floor, I lay Wendi on the bed. Impatiently I kiss my way to her breasts, tasting each nipple. Sliding my hand down, her body responds with wetness. Working my way down I kiss her tummy, her thighs, and finally wiggling my tongue inside her. She pushes my head into her. I love how her body reacts to my touch, easily arousing her. As she climaxes, her body shakes with such compulsion.
“Wow, I have never come that hard before, Angie” She hoarsely calls out.
Mischievously she tantalizes my body. Enticing every inch, her kisses creates cravings throughout a neglected body. Oh, how I missed the soft touch of a woman, ever so smoothly she traces my crevasses. Slowly sucking me, she picks up the pace as my body grinds against her. Her fingers work on my nipples, sending me over the edge. Afterwards, we hold each other. It pains me to leave her long sturdy arms, but I have my girls to take care of. She sees me out with a passionate kiss that brings on those yearnings. As I start up my car my phone beeps; sometime soon we’ll sleep wrapped up in each other’s arms. XOXO. The hair on the back of neck stands at attention with the realization that I am falling hard for Wendi!
Returning home, Abigail argues with her dad over taking a bath. “I want Mommy to wash my hair” she squeals out. Heading up stairs to give a hand, defeat fills her father’s face. One glance from Mom and all is settled.
“I’ll finish up Jake. Thanks for trying.”
Two clean girls and three stories later, I head to our master bath. Washing my face and brushing my teeth I change into my sweats. Downstairs Jake checks the score of the Sunday night football game. Checking email, the beep of a cell breaks the trance. He mumbles something about needing to take care of something in the home office. Since he is occupied, I text Amy.
My Text to Amy: Thanks again for taking the girls. I saw Wendi tonight.
Amy’s Response: Could not stay away LOL and your welcome. My boys and your girls sure do get along so it’s not a problem.
My Reply: No, I can’t stay away that is the problem. Do you think Jake suspects anything?
Amy’s Response: I honestly don’t know. Just be careful when you play with fire someone is bound to get burnt and you don’t want it to be the children.
My Reply: You are always right. I am just confused and need time to sort things out. All I know is that things are not right between Jake and I, and I am falling hard for Wendi which is not helping the situation.
Amy’s Response: I am always here for you if need someone to bounce ideas off. I need to go, Eric needs me for something. Hugs.
My Reply: Thanks for the ear. Night, hugs.
Noticing the late hour, this tired mom turns off the TV. Knocking on the closed office door, I inform Jake I am heading to bed asking him to lock up. “Okay be up in a minute” he replies startled.
As promised, Jake enters our bedroom in reasonable time. Finishing his nightly routine, he asks how Thanksgiving plans are going. I shake my head in response and he offers how he can help. “Thanks, but Amy and I have it all covered” I kiss his dry lips.
A wicked, but playful smile covers his lips as he turns the light kiss into passion. Noticing how aroused he is, I run my fingers through his hair and continue to stroke his back. He kisses my neck, and nibbles an ear as his hands roam over my breasts. Slowly he lays me down on the bed. His hot mouth replaces his hands on my breast. He kisses his way down my slender body, reaching that special area. His tongue wiggles deep inside me as a thumb rubs the swollen nub. With the help of his magical touch, it doesn’t take me long to climax. Working his way up and kissing me deeply on the mouth, our tongues touch as I taste myself on his lips. Sliding deep inside me, we thrust together. In minutes, he spurts inside me. He holds me close, as we drift off to sleep.
Chapter 2
Thanksgiving week approaches quickly. Still reeling from another weekend sneaking to see Wendi, Monday runs smoothly considering the end of the month quickly approaches. Starting on expense reports for the month of November, I send out an email to remind everyone to get them to me on time. At lunch Amy and I create a list for Thanksgiving dinner. Expecting a house full of friends and family, I plan with furry. Of course, everyone offers to bring something, so I suggest desserts, relish and vegetable trays. As we finish our salads in my office, Amy asks about sick leave slips. Thankful for the reminder, yet stress finds its way through an already pressured body. She takes on the responsibility of sending out that reminder.
An email from Jake informing me that he will be working late because he has a meeting with a client. So, I call Mary’s cell leaving her a voice mail saying I will buy supper if she chooses to stay for supper. She answers with a text back saying a taco salad sounds good. I text message Wendi sending her my email address and office number. Within minutes I have an email with her office extension and asking me how I am doing.
My Reply: I am fine. Jake is working late so the girls and I are having a lady’s night with the babysitter. I am picking up tacos and taco salads, want to come over and meet my babies? I will pick up whatever you want to eat.
Wendi’s Response: Sounds great. I will take a taco salad too. I am swamped today. My job here is mainly payroll and expense reports. I have a few clients but I mainly sit in on new client meetings and help them fill out the paperwork.
My Reply: I understand. How does 5:30 sound or are you working late. You have been on my mind a lot today.
Wendi’s Response: Sounds great, can’t wait to meet your daughters. I have been thinking of you a lot too. Until tonight XOXO
My Reply: Until supper, XOXO
Returning home from work with supper in hand, Wendi sits in her car waiting for me. We walk to the door together catching up on the afternoon. After introductions, all of us enjoy our Mexican Feast. The girls ask Wendi several questions. They are pleased to find out that she works with their daddy. Mary expresses her thanks for dinner considering her parents attend a fundraiser tonight. She hugs the twins good night and tells them that she will see them tomorrow. I walk her out and pay her for the past week including this weeks.
“Mrs. Peters you don’t have to pay me for time I have not worked yet.”
“I know Mary, but with it being a short week, I thought I would try to be ahead. Thanks again for taking care of the girls for us. They enjoy being at their own home than at a daycare. Are you available over Winter Break?”
“Yes of course. I really don’t mind. They are very sweet and loving young ladies. I should bring down some of my old Barbie® Doll stuff. A cousin of mine gave me her old camper that her mom had as a girl. I am sure the girls would love to play with that. Good night Mrs. Peters, see you tomorrow.”
“Good night dear.”
Returning, Wendi and the girls are looking at e-readers on the tablet. “Sorry to interrupt ladies, but it’s getting late, any homework tonight?”
“No papers Mommy we just need to bring our favorite book for story time on Wednesday.” Allison answers.
“I wish I could come to story time. Each of you may choose one book each. Please run to your toy room and find a book. I am going to say good night to Wendi and then its bath time.”
“It was nice meeting you Wendi. Good night.” Allison says as she hugs Wendi.
“Thank you for showing us computer books. I am going to ask Santa for one.” Abigail says as she hugs Wendi.
“It was a pleasure spending time with such polite young ladies. I will see you on Turkey Day. Good night girls.”
Hand in hand they skip up the stairs discussing what book they want to bring to school. At the door, we exchange a long good night kiss. Forgetting where we are at for a moment, I quickly pull away making sure the girls are not around. “I understand Sweetheart. Let’s try to get together soon.” Wendi explains as she gives me one more kiss.
Floating up the stairs with a head in the clouds, I hear the discussion turning into an agreement. In my stern mother tone “Abigail Irene and Allison Marie what is with this bickering. You two know better!”
“We are sorry Mommy. We decided on two books but we want to take the same one.” Abigail sniffles.
“At least it’s narrowed down to two books; now I am thinking of a number between one and ten. The one closest gets to take that book, and the other twin takes the other one. Sound fair? So no one says I am cheating I will write the number down.”
“Yes Mommy” they sing in unison as Allison hands me paper and then Abigail finds a marker to write the number down.
While writing the number two down, the twins decide that they want to write down their number too. I ask that they write their full names on the paper for they need to practice their writing skills. Abigail’s number is 6 and Allison’s is 3. Allison wins but Abigail sulks. “Abigail Irene Peters, this is not being a good looser. You have lost this game but you may win the next one and you would not want Allison acting this way correct?”
“I am sorry Mommy. Congratulations Allison” she concedes with a handshake.
“Now let’s get ready to take our bath.”
They pick out matching PJ’s and head to the bathroom. The rest of the evening goes without mishap. The girls learned early on that sometimes Mommy and Daddy have to work late so they usually don’t ask if we are up front at the start of the evening.
Text to Amy: Hope you are having an easier evening than me. My two argued over who was taking what book to story time.
Amy’s Response: Mine evening is going well. Eric is not home yet some meeting at the bank. I was lazy and picked up kid’s meals for supper. The boys are sound asleep thanks for keeping me company LOL
My Reply: No problem. Jake is not home yet either. I brought home tacos and a taco salad for Mary. Our husbands work late and we feed our children junk. Does that make us bad Moms?
Amy’s Response: not bad but maybe lazy LOL
My Reply: LOL, well see you in the morning hugs
Amy’s Response: Night hugs
I grab my tablet and check on the girls. Sound asleep; looking like angels, I close the door. My phone chimes and it’s Wendi.
Wendi’s Text: Thank you for a wonderful supper. Your daughters are adorable!
My Reply: You are welcome and thank you. Glad you like my daughters.
Wendi’s Response: I really enjoyed myself tonight. Looks like you need to get a couple of e-readers.
My Reply: I didn’t think they were old enough for one, but they did like the idea of “computerized books”.
Wendi’s Response: I just wanted to say thank you and good night. I am making an apple pie to bring over for Thanksgiving. Is that all right?”
My Reply: Yes, that will be perfect. My mom will bring a relish tray. Amy usually brings meat, cheese, and veggie tray. I take care of the turkey, dinner rolls, hot side dishes, and the wine and grape juice for the children.
Wendi’s Response: You are making me hungry LOL. I better get to the store for the ingredients for the pie. I will bring it to Jake tomorrow, sometimes I am forgetful.
My Reply: Sounds good. Email you tomorrow when I can and text you in the evening. Good night Wendi XOXO
Wendi’s Response: Good night Angie XOXO
I hear my husband’s car pull into the driveway, nine o’clock. I beat him to the kitchen. Entering the kitchen with a surprised expression he asks if there are any left overs.
“I picked up tacos tonight. I bought you a burrito. Want me to heat it up for you?”
“Sure. How was your day?
I tell him about the girls’ argument and how it was solved. “I invited Wendi over tonight. Hope you don’t mind. We get along so well. She showed the girls e-readers online tonight, so it’s on the Christmas list.”
“That would make for a nice gift for the girls. We can download some educational apps for them; no more fighting over the tablet. Thanks for the burrito. I’m going to take a shower” he says as his lips brush my cheek.
I rinse of the plate and head up to bed. As I’m changing clothes Jake enters the bedroom with just a towel around his waist. Trying to be civil I speak “thank you for emailing me that you were going to be late tonight. I appreciate the notice.”
“Look I know we have hit a rough patch and I will try to be more respectful and letting you know when I will be late. To be honest I expect the same from you and you do a great job with that.”
I crawl in to bed and turn off my lamp, leaving the other one on for enough light for Jake to finish getting ready for bed. As he crawls into bed, he kisses my lips good night. He curls up next to me and holds me. Not sure what to think or how to react to this, so I enjoy this closeness.
Waking up with Jake’s arms around me, I turn off the alarm. Hopping into the shower, Jake joins me. This is something we have not done in years, making love in the shower and a weekday morning too. Privately I question this increase of sex as he enters me.
A hectic morning at home with the girls, it carries into the work day. Mary sends me a text wondering what to do about supper. Realizing with Jake’s surprise I did not get anything prepared.
My Response: Please pull out some ground beef for spaghetti. Thank you for helping.
Mary’s Reply: My mom has Italian bread. Do you want me to ask her if you can use it for supper or are you planning on stopping at the store?
My Response: If you don’t mind starting supper, all the ingredients are there and, I will stop and get the lettuce and bread. Thank you, Mary.
Mary’s Reply: Not a problem Mrs. Peters. You and Mr. Peters gave me a job and I plan on doing it.
Mary really is a godsend considering we lost our last babysitter in August when Mrs. Nelson moved to retire in Florida. Jane and I have been friendly neighbors always helping one another in times of trouble. She recommended her daughter when we placed an ad for a sitter after school. The girls adore Mary and she goes up and beyond her job duties. Jane often comes over on the late nights and helps get the girls settled in.
Popping my head in Amy’s office, I notice she is buried in paper work. “Working late Amy or do you want help in the morning?”
“I will take you up on your offer. Sorry I missed lunch. Did you eat?”
“A sandwich from home and coffee” I chuckle.
“It’s not very often we go all day and not talk to each other we must both be swamped.”
I go into details of why I left nothing out for supper and Amy laughs at the story. I help her organize her paper mess before leaving the office for the night. Jake beats me home tonight. He is melting the butter and adding garlic to it for the bread I picked up. “Do we have any wine?”
“Yes, Sweetie and grape juice for our pretty ladies. Where are they?”
“Upstairs working on some surprise for us, but it’s an assignment for school.”
“They really need an art table for this kind of stuff maybe another idea for Christmas” I laugh out.
Helping Jake find the wine and preparing the bread, I go upstairs and knock on the toy room door. A very innocent voice replies “be down in a minute Mommy; we will wash up too.”
They never cease to amaze me, very proud of their manners, which continue throughout supper. I pick up frozen yogurt for dessert. They even volunteer to help dry the dishes. Jake whispers in my ear, “I wonder what is up with them or what do they want?” I shake my head in response and reply; just enjoy it while it lasts.
The rest of the evening expresses serenity. The girls only demand one story and only one trip to the restroom. Jake and I sit in the family room watching our favorite Tuesday night line up on TV. We both send text messages to friends. I send my usual good night to Amy, but Wendi’s texts are more in-depth.
Wendi’s text: Hey sexy been thinking naughty thoughts about us. When can we get together?
My Response: Hey lover, as for us getting together I am not sure please forgive me. How is your evening going?
Wendi’s Reply: Don’t be sorry I do understand. As for my night, it’s kind of lonely been working on some spread sheets to help fill the void. I am glad you texted. Not to sound too clingy but I miss you.
My Response: I understand about fiddling the nights with work and you don’t sound clingy. I miss you too. Jake brought home your pie thank you looks very delicious.
Wendi’s Reply: Thank you. I know you will have family and friends around Thursday but at least we can visit more.
My Response: You’re welcome and yes maybe we can sneak off to the home office and have a quick make out session LOL
Wendi’s Reply: Boy you are a naughty one, aren’t you?
My Response: Yes, I can be naughty at times. I will email you in the morning. Sorry but I need to go. Night XOXO
Wendi’s Reply: Good night sweet dreams XOXO
“Jake, I have a report I need to read for tomorrow so I am heading upstairs. Will you lock up?”
“Sure, I am in the middle of something through my phone. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
Grabbing my briefcase as I head up the stairs, Jake’s laughter strikes me as odd. Getting through the report for one of the lawyers, I finally take time to get out of my work clothes. Jake enters muttering apologies for taking so long.
“No apologies necessary Sweetie, I was working anyway” kissing his cheek after I finish my statement.
While muddling through reports the next morning, Amy and I add last minute details, not to the dinner, but to our annual shopping trip in Minneapolis, Minnesota. We fly out Thanksgiving evening, get a hotel room, and enjoy a couple nights with no children by watching chick flicks.
“So how are things with Wendi?” Amy finally asks after avoiding it all week. A huge smile appears on my face. Then the smile slowly disappears as confusion fills my heart.
“I love my life with Jake and the girls. I even love Jake, but Wendi brings out feelings I have not experienced since you. I have no inkling on what to do.” I say.
“Well let’s invite Wendi on our annual trip. Maybe a weekend with the girls might help put things into perspective.” I cannot believe what Amy’s offer.
“So, our usual plans tonight with karaoke?” I ask.
“Sure, and yes Wendi can come too. I have never seen you so giddy!” Amy adds as the rosy color returns to my cheeks.
All morning Wendi and I exchange emails; returning one after lunch inviting her to join Amy and I to karaoke and Minneapolis. As I read her response, excitement multiplies throughout my body. The computer beeps letting me know I have another email.
It’s from Jake. Hey Darling; Lets order in pizza, invite the Osmond’s and I already invited Wendi over. She mentioned that she is going with you to karaoke. Then you and the girls can head out.
My Reply: Sounds like a plan
Jake’s Response: Hey do you think Mary would like to make some money Friday? I have a meeting with a client Friday afternoon. If not, maybe Mom will stay.
My Reply: Well give her a call at the house. Its only 2:30 and school got out early with Thanksgiving break.
His Response: Mary is going to babysit the girls. She is saving up for a car. Hard to believe the neighbor’s daughter will be 16 in a few months. We used to babysit her when we first moved to the neighborhood. See you at home.
My response: Thanks for taking care of it Sweetie, see you soon.
Amy walks in noticing my perplexed expression.
“Hey, Eric just emailed saying supper is at your place tonight” she states as she places down another stack of spreadsheets. “Oh, don’t worry this can wait until Monday” she adds still noticing my dumbfounded appearance.
“No that is not what’s bothering me” shaking my head. “While exchanging emails with Jake, not once did we say, ‘love you’.”
“Eric and I get that way sometimes when we are rushed at work. Don’t think anything of it. See you at your place. I am going to pick up something to drink to go with the pizza and maybe a lettuce salad.” She chuckles walking out the door.
It’s only 3:30; maybe I should get a head start on these spreadsheets I say to myself. Thanks to the stack of papers, the next hour and half flies by. Jake beats me home and has the girls at the table playing an educational game on the tablet. I kiss them all and tousle the girls’ blond curls. Hearing their giggles remind me of how thankful I am to have them in my life.
“Hey Mommy look I made you a turkey and each tail feather says what I am thankful for, Mommy, Daddy, my Grandmas, Dan and Doug (Amy’s boys)” Abigail reads to me.
In response, I tell her that I am thankful for her, Allison and their father. She hugs me tight and kisses my cheek. I turn away so she cannot see the tears form beneath my eyes. We almost lost them six and half years ago. Due to complications, the girls arrived nine weeks early. For six weeks, I spent my life in the St. Luke’s NICU. Looking at them today, no one can tell. With our due dates only weeks apart, Amy and I took our twins home at the same time. Dan and Doug arrived three weeks early, normal for twins.
Allison excitedly opens the door when she hears the knock. The Osmond family arrives, with Wendi following. Jake introduces Wendi to them.
“Amy maybe you can use your match making skills tonight and help Wendi find a man” Jake jokes with Amy. In college, Amy played match maker, and has a talent for it.
“Well Jake if you come pick us up from the bar to save on cab fare I will think about it.” Amy jokes back.
After supper, Amy and I kiss our little ones good night, and Eric offers to take us to our favorite watering hole. The packed bar gives off excitement and passion. We all take turns singing and drinking our favorite drinks; Amy, Light Beer, Wendi whiskey and diet coke and for myself rum and diet coke.
“Hey, there really is chemistry between you two” Amy tells me when Wendi retrieves another round of drinks. “I don’t think I have ever seen you smile like that since the girls left the hospital with a clean bill of health.”
“I feel happy, but conflicted” I answer as Amy places her finger to her lips to hush me for Wendi is returning with our drinks.
“I am going to the ladies’ room, please follow me” Wendi whispers at me with a wink.
“I’ll watch the drinks” Amy giggles out.
Wendi pulls me into a stall and plants a wet kiss upon my lips. “I have wanted to do that all night! How much does Amy know” Wendi questions?
“Amy is my best friend and has been since college. She was my first and only female lover until you. She knows the whole story about us since the three-some” I respond as I gaze into her eyes searching for a response of shock or being upset.
“Well, we all have a past and I have not given you an opportunity to talk about it. Anyway, I figured you had experience by the way you touched me without reservation.”
I hug her tightly wondering if she was for real. Do I really deserve that kind of understanding; questioning myself? We head back our table. The last song I sing turns on the water works as I dedicate to my Grandfather who passed away. Around 1:40 my phone lights up. Are you ladies ready to come home? Jakes message reads. Yes, I reply. We finish our drinks, and wait for Jake. Wendi accepts Jake’s offer to stay in the guest bedroom since she is too drunk to drive home. Both set of twins are already out for the night so Amy and Eric gets some alone time. Turning to Jake, I inform him that I am going to get Wendi settled. Alone but not fully alone, we kiss goodnight knowing nothing else can happen tonight.
Jake reaches out to me when I return. I allow him to make love to me, knowing it’s not his touch I crave. Tenderly he kisses my alcohol flavored lips. His hands touch my breasts as he kisses my neck. As passion builds he eagerly enters me. Patiently he waits for my climax before he fills me up with his love. Adding to the sweetness, he holds me close as we fall into a deep slumber.
Four hours later, an alarm arouses me back to reality. Several items run through my head, getting the turkey in the oven, straightening up the house etc. Pleasantly surprised, I find the downstairs in order. Jake starts the coffee. I kiss him on the cheek thanking him for his help. He acknowledges my gratitude, and hands me a slice of toast.
“How’s the hangover?”
I knead my head in response. “I am going to check on Wendi. Do you mind keeping an ear out for the twins, both sets?”
Kissing my dry lips, his head shakes no. “Thanks Sweetie”.
I quietly open the guest room door, hearing the shower. Knocking as I enter the bathroom. She opens the shower curtain inviting me in. The robe falls to the floor, exposing a nude body. The exploration of one another’s body under the steamy shower becomes intense. Tongues explore each other’s mouths as fingers enter forbidden regions. Her body feels soft and smooth. An eruption of pleasure escapes each body as we climax. Stepping out of the shower, I passionately kiss her.
“Sorry Baby but I really need to get back downstairs and get the meal going”
“Don’t be sorry, Sweetheart. I understand. Oh may I borrow a clean outfit?”
We head down to the master bedroom, get dressed and head to the kitchen. Fragrances of the turkey and all the fixings flood the home and senses. Guests arrive as the parade ends on the TV. Expressions of gratitude surround the table as we enjoy the feast, and the pumpkin and apple pie. Eating beyond our fill, the men go watch the football game, and the ladies clean up. The day continues without any mishaps or drama. Wendi heads home to pack a bag for our trip. At 5:30 we leave for our annual shopping trip. Kissing Jake good bye in front of Wendi creates mixed emotions. Trying to be big girls, the twins fight the tears as I hug and kiss them bye. For some reason, they have no problems leaving me, but when I leave for a trip it’s always hard on them. Taking a cab to the airport, excitement discovers its way throughout the bodies of the ladies. On the short flight, Wendi and I hold hands and sneak small kisses. We arrive at the hotel at 8:30.
“Angie, Wendi I have an early Christmas gift for you. I got us the Jacuzzi suite.” I convey my gratitude with hugs. The suite has another room off from the main one.
“I think that’s our room” Wendi points out.
The three of us head for the hot tub with champagne in our glasses. Music plays in the background, instead of our usual chick flick. Simultaneously Amy’s and mine cell phones chime.
“Shit we forgot to call the husbands to let them know we arrived safely.”
We text them back letting them know we arrived with no problems or issues. We retire early so we can arise ready to shop our butts off at 4:00 AM. The shuttle from the hotel will take us to Mall of America. Lying next to Wendi, sleeping in her arms all night feels so right. Waking up once, to her touching my bare skin, we make love. Her touch sends me to the moon. Being a selfless lover, she makes sure I am completely satisfied before I work my magical touch on her. I take my time covering her entire body with kisses and light touches. I cannot get enough of her scent, soft skin and firm body. I fall back to sleep lying on her shoulder, my hand rest across her sexy breasts.
“I cannot remember a night I slept so well” I mention to Wendi the next morning.
Wendi and I walk hand in hand throughout the mall. Amy purchases the boys Legos®, while I buy the girls Barbie® dolls. Wendi finds bargains as well, buying her parents an indoor grill they have been wanting for years. We find outfits for the twins, gifts for the husbands and other family members. Exhausted, we crawl back into our hotel room and order room service. We watch a couple of movies; call the families to say goodnight. Wendi and I go into the room and make love with such passion. Tonight, is not about tenderness, it’s about hunger and desire. We can’t get enough of each other, touching and exploring every inch of each other’s body. In the heat of lust, we scream out one another’s names. Night two in the arms of a sexy, beautiful woman, catches peace beyond expression.
The flight home conveys those mixed feelings in my heart. I’m overjoyed to see my girls, but I don’t want to part from Wendi. I hug Amy and Wendi, thanking them for a great time.
“Look Mom we kept the house clean for you. May we go to the mall to see Santa now?” Allison blurts out.
Of course, a six-year-old knows how to work the system. We drive to the mall, and fight the crowd so the girls can give Santa their wish lists. Complaining of hunger pains, we order subs at the food court. During dinner, the girls share their Santa list with us. After the mall, we head home to put up the Christmas tree. It’s my favorite Christmas tradition, decorating the house for this blessed holiday. Seasonal music helps put everyone in the spirit. The evening routine takes on a harder course than usual. The twins want Mommy to handle it all tonight, missing me while I was away. Finally, they fall into a deep slumber filled with precious dreams. Kissing them both on the cheek I tiptoe out of the room. I head down to my bed, feeling fatigued.
While lying in bed with Jake, our conversation turns more in depth. We discuss issues that we buried deep inside to avoid powerful arguments. The three-some issue, and how we both have been just going through the motions; the bigger problems appear with vengeance. Jake reveals his jealously towards me touching someone other than him and me being touched intimately by another person.
“I sought out an excuse to be with another woman without hurting you, but I ended up being hurt. She found your passion that I have not been able to touch for some time.”
I gaze into his eyes, searching for the pain he speaks of and it’s there. His honesty takes my breath away. “I thought if it was a woman it would not bother me as much” he continues. Guilt smacks me hard in the face.
“When was the last time we told each other ‘I love you’?” I inquire.
“To be honest I really don’t know” he replies wiping my tears away. “I do love you Angie, but sometimes life takes over and we forget the little things”.
Looking directly into his eyes I speak, “Jake I love you. I think we have been avoiding each other. You shocked me a few weeks ago with ‘I am bored’ statement, but I agree something is missing or just not working out right now. The question that remains is what are we going to do?”
He pulls me close to him, stroking my hair, kissing my tears away. We stop talking knowing it was getting to heated for bed time. Once again, I allow him to take me, realizing he craves the closeness. The next morning, we prepare the girls for church and I put on the “happy family nothing wrong face”.
Amy’s text: Good Morning, did you enjoy the rest of your day yesterday?
My reply: yes, Jake and I talked last night cleaned out some of the stale air. Now I am retched with guilt and confusion.
Her reply: I wish I could help you make those life changing decisions. Heard from Wendi?
My reply: yes, she enjoyed our shopping trip. Thank you by the way for being here for me and for the weekend. You are helping me.
Her reply: well you don’t need to decide today hugs
Knowing that’s Amy’s way of saying later I text back hugs too. Startled by the chime of my phone, I jump. Amy signed off, oh Wendi. My heart skips a beat as I read her message.
Wendi’s text: Don’t reply if you are busy with the family, just wanted you to know that I am thinking of you and missing you
My response: I have time to text. You have been on my mind a lot lately
Her response: I know you’re conflicted right now so I am not going push any issues let’s take it one day at a time. To be honest I am also conflicted.
My response: We have feelings for one another but we have other issues to resolve right.
Her response: yes, and please know that I want to continue this relationship I must admit I am falling hard for you.
