Phone Sex Escape -28-

“What do you mean Johnathan is sending you to a hotel spa for the evening? Why? He never allows me to go anywhere like that,” I complain. It’s not fair that this woman walked in off the street, and she’s allowed everything I am not. I don’t understand what my husband is doing right now, but I’m scared because none of this is sitting right with me. 

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Phone Sex Escape -25-

I stood in the doorway, head tilting to the side, and for a minute wondering if I stepped into the twilight zone. My life has suddenly become an alternate universe, and I’m ready to get off this ride. Losing control of anything will never be acceptable to a person like me. Self admittedly, I am a control freak. For the next few minutes, I prolong that agony. Not mine, but Haven’s because I can feel her anxiety as she stands there like a scared child. It’s almost worth all the trouble she has caused to see my wife in a tormented state of disarray.

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Phone Sex Escape -22-

A honk from the driver alerted me that he was getting impatient. I’ve been ready for an hour. Jamison is dawdling around the house as though I am taking her to the gas chamber. Oddly, she was so happy to go when Johnathan was involved, but now, she seems scared. I’m not going to lie. I love that she is acting like I have some hold over her. Little does she know, I don’t want anything from her other than a confession that she opened her legs for her brother’s cock. If I can get that out of her, then I have more evidence for a divorce. Surely my father would disapprove of Johnathan being so bold with his own step-sister. Then again, my father is the reason I am in this position.

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Phone Sex Escape -9-

Part 9

Haven

I laid in that bed listening to my husband fucking that woman. It wasn’t that it bothered me, but his disrespect for our home was atrocious. Usually, Maria took care of his needs, but tonight, he seemed to take a walk on the nasty side. Honestly, I hope he dies in the middle and never cums. It would serve him right. At least if he did, I would never have to taste his cum again.

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