Jane, Part XV

For those of you had read the earlier segments of my story, forgive me for the hiatus. As you might have been aware, there is much truth in what I am telling, albeit some 30 years after the events. I needed to take a break in the telling because it is more emotionally draining than I ever thought it would be. But it is cathartic for me too, and I will continue if people think it worthwhile. So far I have had enough positive comments to encourage me to tell.

Anyway, I did not sleep very well that night. Even though it was clear to me that Ron wanted me to do everything I'd done, I was only comfortable with doing those things as I was doing them. Once the sex stopped and I had time to think, I could hardly believe that I had done them.I realized that in the past week, as a woman married only about 6 months, I'd been fucked by four men other than my husband, two of whom he's known and one with whom he still worked. Two of the men had been complete strangers until last night. Even crazier, I had not been fucked by my husband in well over a month.

I know I had told Jeremy that I would pick him up at the hotel at 9 am wearing something sexy, but I could not bring myself to do it. I showered, put on my jeans and a sweatshirt, and drove to the hotel. When I arrived, he was waiting outside, threw his suitcase in the back and hopped in the front next tome. He seemed disappointed that I'd not dressed the way he'd wished, but he could tell that there was something wrong. While I knew he didn't have lots of time to spend with me before his plane departed, he asked me to pull over so we could talk.

He hugged me. He told me he realized how quickly this all had happened, and that he knew I had lots of scruples to overcome. He told me how fine a woman he thought I was, and that of all the girls he stole from Ron over the years, I was the most thrilling conquest. He asked me to remember him and call him anytime if I wanted to talk. He told me that he thought I was better off if I stayed with Ron in this sort of relationship, because that was the way Ron was, and that if I wanted anything different, I should leave Ron.

Lastly, he asked me to think about whether or not I'd like to meet some of his other friends in the area, who could introduce me around to a life that was exciting, fun and fulfilling, and would fit in perfectly with the life Ron wanted for us. When we arrived at the airport, he told me he wished he had more time to spend with me, as he loved fucking me and wanted more. Much more. He gave me his card and made me promise I would call him. Soon.