Phone Sex Escape -24-

I still can’t believe how quickly Jamison offered up my husband’s sexual adventures. Most people who cheat at least tell the other party to cover for them, but this girl is an idiot. I should feel sorry for her, but she will get what she has coming to her right along with her brother. A cheater never really wins in the end.

My little shopping adventure cost close to a grand, but most of that spent on Jamison’s new clothing. When Johnathan gets home and finds out that his sister is now living in our bedroom, he will die on the spot. One could hope, at least. By the time we arrived home, Jamison’s things were in my room and mine in hers. I can only imagine the look on Johnathan’s face. The moment he walks in, she is lying across the bed wearing one of her new outfits. I’m sure he will be happy but pissed that he didn’t get a chance to rub his affair in my face. My husband is a sadistic son of a bitch, and when he loses, no one wins.

“Mrs. Haven, I need to talk to you,” Maria said. Showing concern, the maid walked into a private room, waiting.

“Maria, what’s wrong?” I asked. I can tell by the look on her face that there is something up with her. God, if I’ve lost her support, I’m more than screwed.

Maria pulled a test strip out from her apron, handing it over, “I am ovulating. What are we going to do now that Miss Jamison lives in your bedroom with Mr. St.Cloud? I’m so confused.”

It was at that moment that I felt bad for the maid. She deserved to be loved, and I know that my husband will make her life a living hell. Should I care? No, but I’ve grown fond of Maria. “Do you still want to do this now that you know he is messing with Jamison? I want you to understand that even if you have his child, he will still be the same as he is now,” I said. Reaching out, my hand traced down her cheek. She was the kind of woman that deserved a husband and a home of her own. Not a piece of shit that would demand she abort the child.

Maria’s eyes filled with tears, she nodded, “I love Mr. Johnathan, but I know that he doesn’t love me. I can’t afford a baby when he kicks me out. Can’t we make Miss. Jamison do it?”

A smile creased my lips, reminiscent of the Cheshire cat. I hadn’t thought of that, but it would be perfect. Jamison would be fat, and Johnathan would be stuck with her forever. I am sure her father would never allow her to abort a child. I will even offer up a quick divorce to get married and not have a bastard baby.

“Jamison, come here, please. I have something to ask you, and it’s vital,” I called out. I pulled Maria close, my arm wrapped around her waist. I felt suddenly protective over her. I don’t care what she does with Johnathan, but she needed to see and hear this for herself.

“What? Hey, do you think I could paint the bedroom? I love rainbows,” Jamison asked.

Literally, I had to hold back a snorting laugh. If Johnathan walked into the bedroom and it looks like a teenager exploded in there, he would shit himself. “Of course, I will have the paint delivered tomorrow, and you can do it yourself. Just make sure not to tell your brother. Surprise him with it,” I smiled. “I need to know if you’re on birth control? I forgot to ask earlier about that,” I added.

“Well, no, but Johnathan said I would need to be soon. Why?” Jamison asked, her voice trembling.

God, this couldn’t be any better than it was right now. She already had sex with Johnathan and could potentially be pregnant. “You had sex with him, and I know my husband. He never in his life has used a condom, and he never will. He is a selfish bastard who is always going to make the girl suffer for his indiscretions. I am not talking down on him because I knew you care for him, but what if you got pregnant?” I asked.

Jamison shrugged her shoulders, looking over confused, “Then he has to marry me. My daddy will kill him if he leaves me alone with a baby. I don’t want a baby, but I didn’t even think about it when it happened.” Suddenly terrified, Jamison shook, and the tears ran down her face. “I’m far too young to have a baby,” she cried.

“Shh, he will be home soon. You can’t let him see you cry. Don’t worry. It will be okay. The first couple of times, you can’t get pregnant. Your body will reject the sperm of a new man,” I lied. If this girl believed me this time, she would be the dumbest person I have ever met. “Go take a shower and change into the outfit. Make yourself look pretty,” I added. I know this is wrong, but the world is evil, and I will not be stuck here for the rest of my life.

Jamison ran off, her mood changed.  We might be almost the same age, but she is such a child when it comes to men. I can tell she has only had teenagers, and I am sure she wrapped them around her perfect manicure. Jamison would soon learn there is a vast difference between and man and a boy. Not just the size of the dick, but the demanding needs.

BOOM!

I let out a small scream when the door opened and closed. It was far too early for Johnathan to be home, but he was. Every hair on my body stood on end as I shook in sudden fear. None of this would go as planned unless he could get distracted long enough for Jamison to get in place.

“Honey, you’re home,” I laughed.

3 thoughts on “Phone Sex Escape -24-

  1. Da da daaaarhh! Oh no! What will she do now? I can’t wait for the next episode!
    If this was on Netflix I’d watch it over and over 🖒🤓

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