Chapter 4

"This was fun. We should do this more often." We were sitting out on the lanai at our beach house, soaking up the sun on our last day. We'd spent the whole weekend either playing in the water or fucking. I say fucking because there was no lovemaking involved.

I'm not sure what it was, maybe the sea air, but something had turned my husband into a wild man. It was like our honeymoon all over again. We turned our phones off after that first night when he'd sent off whatever files he needed to, and I'd called the kids to let them know where we were.

Since the four of them were together and Mark's parents and siblings weren't too far from their campus, we figured if something happened, they'd have people on hand to take care of them, though we weren't expecting anything of the sort.

I rolled over on the lounger to face him, where he sat behind me. "You think so?"

"Definitely. This was very relaxing."

"If you say so." I grinned at him, feeling like the young girl I was when we first got together and not the forty-year-old mother of four that I was.

"I love spending time with you." He brushed the back of his fingers along my cheek, and I almost cried. I love these moments when he's being so tender and loving. How had we let this slip away from us for so long? How much time had we missed?

"What's the matter, love? There was a hint of sadness in your eyes just then." He kissed my forehead before I rested my head on his chest.

"Nothing, I just love you, that's all." I didn't resist when he pulled me up his body or when he slid the crotch of my bikini to the side so he could finger me.

It was me who released his hard cock from his swim trunks, and both of us worked to get his cock in me. Thank heaven it was early morning, and the other occupants of the little beach enclave were still in bed because even though the houses were separated by a good distance, there was no mistaking the up-and-down movement as I rode his cock, or my plaintive cries when I came.

And when he threw me onto my back and tore my panties to shreds so he could drive into me harder, deeper, anyone watching would've had to be blind not to know what we were doing there in the open.

By the time we drove back Sunday evening, I had a belly full of cum and a smile on my face. I felt like a wild, uninhibited teenager as we drove with the top down, my hand held in his almost the whole way back. It grew dark when we were about half an hour away from the house, and when he told me to scoot over closer to him in the little Mercedes Roadster, I had no idea what he was up to.

He fingered me all the way home. Bringing me close time and again before easing back, which left me in a state of perpetual horniness. Once we pulled into the garage and closed the door behind us, he came around to the passenger side, opened the door, and dragged me to the edge of my seat with my legs hanging out the door.

I yelped in surprise when he buried his head beneath my dress, which he had thrown up to my middle. He fucked me right there when he was done eating me out, and our cries and moans echoed around the room.

"Let's leave this stuff for the staff to bring in tomorrow." He lifted me from the car and carried me inside and up the stairs to fall into bed with me under him. We were just as hungry for each other as we had been the last two and a half days, and it was glorious.

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I hadto wait until he left for the office the next morning to check the phone. I'd kept my eye on him all weekend and knew that there was never a chance for him to contact her, except maybe for the times he used the bathroom. But even then, I made sure there was no phone in his hand and none hidden in the room once he came out empty-handed.

I was still laid up in bed coming down from our morning romp when I started reading the messages between them from the weekend.

Jessica: Something stinks.

Mark?: What do you mean?

Jessica: In the apartment, where are you?

Mark?: Where do you think I am? I told you, something came up.

Jessica: I'm sick of your excuses. Why are you always letting me down for her?

Mark?: I told you things would change soon. We're coming into the home stretch.

Jessica: But I can't do it anymore; I feel like I'll go out of my mind if I don't see you soon. And now this place smells awful.

Mark?: Just hang in there a little while longer. Why don't you work on that presentation you have to do on Tuesday?

That was the only communication I found for the time we'd been gone. I was still at a loss as to how he was doing it. I knew he didn't own a smartwatch or anything else that could be used to do something like this, so how and when had he done it?

The time stamp on the screen didn't make sense because, at that time, we were in the water. I was beginning to think that I was losing my mind. What the hell had I seen that day? I was sure of what I'd witnessed, but since then, nothing else seemed to make sense.

I switched things up a little because there was nothing on Mark's end for me to work with. The phone he was using to stay in contact with her had yet to be found, and since he wasn't answering my calls from her number, there was no way for me to hear his voice.

I made my third trip to her place later that day for two reasons and slipped out with the hope that things would become clearer in the upcoming days.

I took some time throughout the day to appreciate the fact that things had changed so much between Mark and me these last few weeks. Regardless of whatever else was going on, we felt closer than we had in days.

It took the changes of the last few weeks to bring home to me how much of a rut we'd gotten ourselves in over the years. We'd become parents much sooner than we'd planned, but I don't think either of us regretted that fact. If it just meant that the fabric of the life we'd planned and imagined had changed straight off the bat.

We'd held it together with love and respect for one another, but our children had always been the focal point of our relationship. Now the kids were grown and gone, and it was just the two of us in this big old house.

Isn't it strange that his affair had been the springboard for this much-needed change? Who knows how long we would've stayed in that rut had it not been for what I witnessed that day?

There were moments when I told myself to be grateful for what we had now. To just leave well enough alone and enjoy the benefits of my husband having an affair with someone thirteen years younger than myself.

But those times were always followed quickly by a resounding no. I refuse to share my husband with anyone, refuse to let him be with anyone else the way he is with me.

That was the decision I'd made that first day. Not just to hold onto what's mine but to make the other woman pay. Oh, I plan to make Mark pay his dues as well, but I have a lifetime to do that. Jessica, on the other hand, needed to be taught a lesson.

The stench in her apartment was just the beginning of her woes, and I planned to have a front-row seat to it all. That evening, for instance, when she got home and tore the place apart, looking for what she thought was a dead mouse and finding nothing.

Or when she got her first look at the maggots that were starting to appear near her bed where I'd dripped just a little bit of raw shrimp juice, knowing that this would happen. I saw it all.

I knew what that smell would do to her and the fact that the deodorizer spray would only make matters worse once it settled. I watched her move around her apartment, frustrated and bothered, until my husband came home.

We spent that night pretty much the same as all the others, and I woke the next day excited for what was to come. I hadn't felt this alive in a long time. All of my volunteer and charity work had become mundane, more of the same.

And even though I thrive on the work I do and helping others, there was a different kind of thrill playing Mata Hari. I'd almost forgotten why this whole thing had started because my husband had been by my side every free moment since, and her life was unraveling by my hands.

I was still a bit bummed that I hadn't found his secret phone, and what's more, there was nothing on his iPad or laptop to which I had added spyware to. Nothing but business emails and calls to the florist to order me flowers every couple of days.

There were a few calls between him and the kids, usually right after they called me or before, some conference calls between the six of us, and even more messages in our family group chat. But other than those things, there was nothing on his devices.

The tracker I had put on his car hadn't given me anything to work with either, and I wondered if I had shot myself in the foot by coming on so strong. I needed to know what the hell I had missed before that hug.

Had I stopped a budding affair in its tracks? Had she been making a play for him that I stopped before it started? No, then those messages wouldn't really make sense. It was confusing as hell, as well as frustrating, and that's why I was looking forward to my second attack.

As a majority shareholder and owner of the corporation, as well as being a member of the board I had certain privileges that I hadn't been taking advantage of in the past as I saw no reason for it. But there was nothing stopping me from doing that now.

I fired up my tablet and went to the cameras in the conference room where the presentation was about to start. I saw Mark enter the room and take his place as the others filed into the room. Jessica was the last one in, and she looked about as I expected after a restless night spent battling sleep and the stench that was growing worse in the confines of her apartment.

She'd spent a lot of time searching for the cause and had even invited maintenance to come to take a look but to no avail. I had done my homework very well and knew that there was no way for them to find the shrimp where I had placed it within the curtain rods.

She'd cleaned up the maggots, which was expected, but she was now paranoid about where they came from and how they'd gotten there. I'd watched her change the sheets on her bed and scrub down the room while screaming and crying as she slowly lost her mind.

I smiled when I saw her take a sip from the fancy bottle of water, one of many I had seen in her fridge the last time I was at her place, and sat back to watch the show.

She started out strong, and it was easy to see the men in the room admiring her in the short skirt she wore with the button-down shirt that showed off her ample breasts even though it was nearly buttoned to the top.

Her legs looked perfect in the heels that added about three inches to her height, and her ass, which she went out of her way to show to the room each time she turned to the presentation board, was a thing of art.

I saw the moment her hand faltered as she reached to point out something on the board, heard the rumbling of her tummy even from my place at my desk in my home office, and broke into a smile when she covered her mouth with one hand and her tummy with the other as she went running from the room.

The way the room's occupants covered their faces with their hands, it was obvious that she had left a trail of stink behind her. "I think we should postpone the presentation to a later date. Can one of you ladies please check on Miss. Simmons?"

Mark addressed the room before they all started filing out, whispering about what had just happened. I closed the camera app and went back to my reading.