Jack: If you need anything, I’m here.
Caitlyn: Thanks.
Deleting the message, I threw on my clothes and carefully put on my makeup. I would be the trophy wife for a little bit longer. I would continue with my plan, even if it meant one last weekend away with a man I knew I could never love again.
Twenty-Three
Saturday, the men played golf while Vicky and I spent the day in the spa.
By the time the men returned, we were both dressed and ready for a
night out. Instead of relaxing, my mind had been spinning.
Step One - securing my finances was solid. I had a job and enough money
to not worry about my security for a long time.
Step Two – shake up his world was in play. I had met the mistress. Now, I
needed to bring it to a new level.
Step Three – tarnish his reputation, the thing that was most important to Jeremy. Without his reputation, he didn’t amount to anything. This would take planting a seed of deception.
The night before, while Jeremy and I were getting ready for bed, I told him
about the conversation Vicky and I had earlier that day. His eyes lit up at the suggestion of swapping partners.
“Would you be okay with me spending an evening with Tad while you were
with Vicky?” I asked, nonchalantly.
“No strings? No guilt later?” I was surprised Jeremy was seriously
considering my offer.
“Yeah, they’re into this kind of thing, but Tad doesn’t want to ruin your business relationship. Wouldn’t it be weird to know he was doing things to me?”
“I trust you, babe. It would be one night of consensual fun between four adults.” Jeremy set the Do Not Disturb hanger on the door and frowned at me.
“Wait, I wouldn’t have to touch him, right?”
“No. We’ll be in separate areas. You’re supposed to get with her and not let
Tad find out. She told me he likes the idea of a secret affair, and he loves the power trip. The idea of getting one over on you gets him off, but you can’t get
caught. I need to keep him so focused that he can pretend he doesn’t see you with Vicky.” Slipping into bed, I continued to rub lotion on my arms and casually said, “Oh, and she said Tad doesn’t want to talk about it afterwards. He wants it to be discreet. He calls it Sexy Saturday,” I explained.
“I’m game, babe. When is the exchange?” Jeremy’s eyes gleamed with
greed. He looked like a kid on Christmas Eve thinking of all the toys and treats
he would be receiving the next day.
“Easy. First, we’re going to have dinner and drinks. Maybe some dancing.
I’ll tell you when it’s time.”
“You’ve become so adventurous, babe,” Jeremy climbed into bed and kissed
me. “I like this new you.”
“There’s more to come, darling,” I promised. Yes, Jeremy. You will soon be
incredibly surprised by what I am capable of.
Our dinner was delicious and the conversation friendly. The men talked more about business and Jeremy lit up as Tad gave him some new leads. The drinks kept coming. To keep my mind sharp, I got rid of them by discretely pouring mine into the plant behind us. I couldn’t have planned our seats better myself.
With the effects of the alcohol making itself known, I suggested we have the
driver take us to downtown San Diego. Before the club, I changed into a black
mini dress with a silver zipper that ran from my belly button to my pushed-up breasts. When I cared enough about pleasing Jeremy, I had ordered it from an online website known for dressing ‘the best of the best’ in the porn industry. I looked like a very expensive call girl. My costume was so convincing that I almost didn’t get Jeremy out of the room
Dressed for a night on the town, we went to a nightclubs Thomas told me about. The description he had given me about booths in dark corners – where
couples hid away – had stuck in my memory. I knew its loud music and a sexy vibe would be perfect. The scantily clad waitresses and the free-flowing champagne excited Jeremy. I generously tipped the hostess and she found us a very discrete booth away from the crowd.
