Free My Woman His Wife Saga by Anna J.

that, I didn’t want the neighbors in my business. I just sat on the bed and thought about the last couple of months and what our future held. At this rate it didn’t look too bright, and I was hoping our vows, for better or worse, held up.

How It All Went Down . . .

Playing With Fire
    James pulled up in front of Monica’s house after riding around in circles for two hours. Just like Jasmine, he had no intentions of ever seeing Monica again. The creeping they had been doing for the past four months had started to wear him down and his relationship with Jasmine was suffering. Taking all of that into consideration, he walked slowly up the path to Monica’s house. Standing outside the door hesitant to ring the bell, he finally leaned on it until she answered. He had no business being there, this he knew. He felt terrible, but the things his wife said made him feel even worse. He knew that if no one else in the world could make him feel wanted, Monica would.
    When she opened the door, a pleasant smile spread across her face. She didn’t expect to see James this evening, especially since she just had his wife earlier. Standing in front of him in crotchless, French cut boy-shorts and three-inch stiletto heels, she waited for him to stop staring at her exposed breasts and make contact with her eyes before she said anything.
    â€œWhat do I owe the pleasure of seeing your handsome face this evening?” she purred in his ear as she ran her hands up under his shirt and across his nipples. James tried to act like he wasn’t fazed by her actions, but his evident erection spoke volumes.
    â€œI needed to get out of the house. Jazz is trippin’ again,” he said, remembering his reason for being out that time of night. His erection faded to nothing as he stood with his head bowed down, waiting for Monica to invite him in.
    â€œReally?” she responded as if she hadn’t seen Jasmine since the courthouse incident. “Want to come in and talk about it?”
    â€œYeah,” he said stepping into her living room, brushing against her to get by.
    Monica already had her mind set on getting some before he left and made sure that he knew it too. Before he knocked on the door, Monica was upstairs entertaining Sheila, Jasmine’s secretary from the law firm. Neither Jasmine nor Sheila knew about each other, and that made for a perfect playing field for Monica. With Jasmine she got her cake, James gave her the ice cream, and Sheila was the cherry on top. It would make for the perfect sundae if she could get them all together at one time.
    They sat down in the living room and she removed his sneakers before placing his feet in her lap and giving him a foot massage. He went into detail about what happened with Jasmine and how their sex life was next to nothing since he had been dealing with Monica. He went into how he didn’t think he could continue the affair with Monica because he needed to make his home life work.
    â€œHonestly, I don’t know what to do,” he said to Monica in a defeated voice.
    â€œYou know what your problem is?” she asked him softly. She didn’t want to ruffle any feathers because she wanted to at least sex him one more time before he decided to stay away. She honestly didn’t think they would hook up again after the threesome she talked him into having with Jasmine, but it kind of just worked out that way. He dropped three thousand on that night, and the money just kept coming. When he gave her the money for the threesome, that was supposed to be it, but months later he still found himself paying for her services.
    â€œMy problem?” he responded, sounding annoyed. “Why do I have to have a problem?”
    â€œJames, relax. I’m not saying a problem like that. I’m just going to point out what you’re doing wrong. Shall I continue?”
    â€œPlease do!” he looked like he was ready to leave. After all, he hadn’t