The Second Weekend of the Month

The Second Weekend of the Month

 

 

Lee Martel

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

Alexa

 

It was almost 4:30 in the afternoon, on the second Friday of the month. I took out a cheap burner phone I use to keep our calls and messages as anonymous as possible and began typing a message to Jake. I waited until it was precisely 4:30 and hit send.

Swing by M.J.’s and pick up our dinner, I ordered your favorite. Hurry, I have a surprise for you tonight. The Maitre d’ will have the dinners waiting for you.

Moments later, Jake messaged back. Ok, see you at six. Surprise? I can’t wait!

“Goddamn right you can’t wait” I mumbled to myself. “When you get a look at Mandi, your cock is going to rip out of your pants.” I called Mandi next. She answered on the second ring.

“This is Mandi, how can I help you?”

“It’s Alexa, just checking that we were still on tonight?”

“Hell yes! I’ve been fantasizing about this all day, and I swear I am already wet.” Mandi said and I had to admit, so was I.

“Fantastic! Try to get there about 5:30 if you can, so you can change into your swimsuit and take a dip before Jake gets home. I cannot wait to watch Jake’s eyes pop out of his head when he sees you.”

“Are you sure he is going to be ok with a surprise threesome?” She sounded nervous.

“Listen, he is going to cream his pants the moment he sees you. Believe me, he will have no complaints about the two of us fucking his brains out.”

“Alexa, I really am looking forward to this. It has been over a year since I last had a cock between my legs, so I really appreciate you loaning me Jake.”

“Don’t forget, I will be there too,” I said in a husky voice.

“I’m looking forward to that too,” She whispered, and I could almost see her licking her lips.

We hung up and I sat at my desk for a few minutes fantasizing. I could feel my clit swelling and I fought an urge to duck into my private washroom to take the edge off with the vibrator I had locked in my desk.

My lust evaporated when I glanced at the photo of Andrew on my desk. It was taken twelve years ago, at our wedding. He was everything I thought I wanted in a man, even though he was almost twenty-five years older than me. Daddy and Mom tried to talk me out of it, warning me that the age gap was too wide and that he had been married and divorced three times. I scoffed at their concerns, arguing that age does not matter to people that love each other. Maybe I was right, maybe age does not matter, but I should have listened to the bit about his three failed marriages.

When we met, Andrew was handsome, charming, brilliant and one of the most distinguished neurosurgeons in Texas. He was also a fifty-one-year-old serial philander, who was deeply in debt from a failed investment scheme. I was twenty years old, fresh from a failed relationship and heir to one of the largest fortunes in Texas. At the time both of us thought it was a match made in heaven. For entirely different reasons.

We dated for less than six months before we took Daddy’s company jet to Las Vegas and got married by an Elvis impersonator. I was an idiot, because I said ‘I do’ moments after signing a Prenuptial Agreement his attorney drafted. At the time I did not give it a second thought. After all, we were in love, and I knew in my heart that Andrew would never take advantage of me. Less than a year later I discovered what a fool I was.

Two days before our first anniversary, I dropped by his office and caught him balls deep in one of his nurses. When I walked in, she was bent over his desk, and he was pounding his cock into her like there was no tomorrow. Bastard did not even notice me until I yelled, “You are cheating son of a bitch!” It startled him so bad that he almost tripped over his pants, which were pulled down to his ankles. After he recovered, he smiled and shrugged his shoulders like a kid caught taking the last cookie.

“I know this looks bad, but I can explain.” I hit him with a right cross and broke his nose. Then I called Daddy.

Within an hour, Daddy had a team of Dallas’ top divorce attorneys assembled and a Petition of Divorce drafted. I was filled with righteous indignation, swearing vengeance, then Mr. Parker, Daddy’s personal attorney, explained the sad fact that the Prenuptial Agreement was going to give me a royal screwing. It held that the entire worth of the matrimonial property at the time of filing the petition of divorce would be split fifty-fifty. It specifically included all property owned during the marriage, plus property acquired prior to marriage, circumventing Texas’ community property law.

I was fucked.

At the time, I had a net worth more than $47 million and he had a net worth of about $700,000. It would cost me almost $24 million to divorce the cheating bastard.

Daddy wanted to kill Andrew, literally. My grandfather was an oil field wildcatter and Daddy grew up working the rigs at his side. Once they hit it big, both became a multimillionaire, but never lost their rough edges or forthright way of handling betrayal. Luckily, I calmed him down before he shot Andrew and made matters worse.

Even at the cost of $24 million, I almost divorced the bastard. But I agreed to joint counseling, where the worthless S.O.B. cried and begged for forgiveness, swearing that he would never even look at another woman again. Soon the slick cocksucker persuaded me to give him another chance.

I was young, but not stupid. For three years I hired private detectives to watch him and during that time, he stayed faithful. Over time I dropped my guard and let the detectives go, thinking that his cheating was just a bump in the road and that now we had a good marriage.

The moment he realized that I was no longer watching him, he began fucking everything in skirts. However, this time, he was careful to hide his tracks and I might not have caught him if I had not contracted gonorrhea.

I kept quiet, got treatment, and never let him know. I hired private detectives again, who had no trouble filling a large three-ring binder with compromising photos of the horny asshole humping every woman that could not outrun him. Once I had the evidence, I confronted him, spreading it out for him and threatened to drag him into divorce court and ruin his name. He laughed in my face.

“Go ahead, bitch, divorce me and try to ruin me. Who gives a shit?” He chortled “I will have half your money and retire to Palm Beach on your dime.”

After that, we were married in name only. My strategy shifted from divorcing him, to simply outliving him. I gleefully funded his multitude of vices, praying that he would overdose or kill himself in a drunken car wreck. Meanwhile, I threw myself into my work and helped build one of Dallas’ leading architectural firms.

Sure, I had a few affairs, but nothing serious. Then, three years ago, I met Jake and all that changed.

 

Mandi

 

I had just hung up with Mr. Chin, a Chinese financial broker in Macao to confirm the transfer of a little over $6.2 million to his client’s account when Alexa called and it took me a moment to mentally switch from Chinese to English. For a terrifying moment I thought she was cancelling our date for tonight, but she was just confirming that we were still getting together. I told her that I was and immediately began fantasying about tonight. It had been over a year since I walked out on Ted, and we stopped having sex months before that. To say I am horny is a vast understatement.

I found the photo of Jake that Alexa sent to my phone and expanded the photo to get a better look at him. God, he is beautiful, with dark brown hair and a strong, handsome face. However, it was his eyes that grabbed my attention. Perhaps it was just the photo, but his soft green eyes seemed to gaze into my soul.

I’ve known Alexa for about a year, we met at the gym and hit it off. She listened to all my complaints about Ted, and I commiserated about her problems with her husband, as we plodded along on the treadmills. Soon we began having lunch dates and then last week she approached me with the idea of a threesome. I must admit, I was shocked, because I would have never guessed that Alexa would be the sort that would swing both ways, or to share her lover. But the more she talked about it, the more I liked the idea.

I have been in only one other threesome, and it ended in disaster when my friend Cindy and her boyfriend invited me to join them, then became jealous because her boyfriend for “enjoying” it too much. The crazy thing about the situation was that Cindy and I had been sleeping together on the sly for weeks. That was the last time I dallied with either a female lover or a threesome, deciding that both were too fraught with emotional landmines.

Several months after my breakup with Cindy, I met Ted. He was a singer in a local band and seemed just the kind of guy to help me get back on track. He had a voice that could charm the birds from the trees. We became lovers the night we met and though I was not all that impressed with his carnal skills, we began dating. A month later, he had a fight with his roommate and moved out, so I invited him to move in with me.

We lived together for about a year before we got married. He bounced from one gig to another and was getting some attention from several recording labels. Unfortunately, he managed to screw up every audition and it was not long before I discovered that he was wholly lacking ambition. Finally, after enduring several years of a lackluster musical career, he joined a new band. They were great and within six months of forming, they were selected to play at Jazz Fest, in New Orleans.

“This is the big-time, baby,” Ted told me. After Jazz Fest they worked steady and released an album that got solid reviews. Then I caught Ted fucking Sasha, their lead singer. I had enough and kicked Ted out of the house. A year later we were divorce, and I sold my half of the house to Ted.

For a while, I swore off relationships, concentrating on getting back into shape, perfecting my technique, and focusing on my work. But a girl gets lonely. I started dating and found the pickings slim. After a half-dozen dead end dates, my nether regions were beginning to forget what they were designed for.

Now that Alexa invited me to join Jake and her, I grew nervous about making a good impression, so I went to the Galleria and splurged. I bought a new swimsuit and a pool dress, then got my hair styled and a Hollywood bikini wax.

 

Jake

 

“I wonder what kind of surprise Alexa has in mind.” I said aloud as I cranked my car and made my way down the ramp of the parking garage. M.J.’s Restaurant is out of my way, but worth it, because it is one of the finest restaurants in Dallas, with a Le Cordon Bleu trained chef and open only to members of the Mesquite Wood Country Club. Normally, I could not even get in the door, much less stop by for an order of take-out, but Alexa has pull.

When we first started seeing each other, I asked her how she rates such service. She gave me a sly smile and said, “I own it.”

“The restaurant?” I asked astounded.

“Yes, as well as the country club,” she explained, leaving me speechless. I knew Alexa was wealthy, but I had no idea just how wealthy. A few Google searches later, I discovered that she is a member of one of the wealthiest families in Texas and a major stockholder in the largest pipeline company in the Southwest.

I hung the membership tag she gave me on the mirror and waived at the gate guard as I entered the posh, manicured grounds. I was dressed in a tailored suit and driving a Porsche 911 Turbo S, but I felt like a delivery boy when I pulled up next to a Ferrari 812 Superfast. I went to the reception desk and was met by Marcus, the maître d’, who fixed me with a stare like I was a cockroach.

“I am Mrs. Norman’s assistant here to pick up dinner for her,” I explained. Without a word, Marcus reached behind the desk and retrieved a large hot box, placing it on the desk like it contained nuclear waste.

“Thanks!” I stuffed a $20 bill in Marcus’s coat pocket and earned an insulted expression.

There were three dinners, so I knew what Alexa’s surprise was, though I had no idea who it was. We had threesomes, or as Alexa called it, a ménage à trois, before. Twice with a woman and once with a guy. I guess it depended if Alexa felt like fucking two guys or getting her pussy licked. As far as I am concerned, what Alexa wants, Alexa gets.

Make no mistake, I am besotted by her, but Alexa and I are not lovers. Hell, I doubt if we are even friends-with-benefits. We are fuckbuddies, plain and simple. But it is worth it. Not only is fucking Alexa mind blowing, but she is also smart, kind, funny and beautiful. In short, she is great company, even if I only get her company once a month or so. Believe me, I want more, but that issue is a non-starter.

I pulled up to a nondescript, suburban house where I live and use as our little love nest, or as Alexa calls it, our “sin house.” Alexa’s Jaguar was in the garage, and I did not recognize the bright red Mustang GT parked in my driveway. I peeked in the Mustang, spotted a tube of lipstick in a cup holder and was relieved. I am not the jealous type but watching some aerobics instructor fucking Alexa is not something I particularly I want to do again. I went in the house and saw Alexa in the kitchen.

“Honey, I’m home!” I said, using my best Jack Nicholson impression and placed the hot box containing our dinner on the counter.              Alexa flashed me a smile, causing my heart to skip a beat. She put her drink down and came to me and kissed. After a long, wet kiss, she stepped back.

“I am making us a drink, what will you have, cowboy?”

“You,” I said with a wink.

“After dinner.” She batted her eyes playfully.

“What do you want to drink?”

“Scotch and soda.” Jesus, she is beautiful, I thought. Alexa is tall, only a couple of inches shorter than me, with long, thick black hair, amber eyes, and a runway model’s body. Today she was dressed casually, in Levi jeans and a white, silk tee shirt, so sheer that her nipples pop through the fabric like peanuts.

“You’re so predictable.” she gave me a scotch and soda that she already had prepared.

“Slow but steady, wins the race,” I teased.

“Come to the pool and let me introduce you to our guest.” Alexa licked her lips and winked.

“Will I like her?”

“I think so, but judge for yourself,” she said over her shoulder as she went out the backdoor with me following, anxious who our mystery fuck would be tonight.

“Jake, let me introduce you to Mandi Mack. Mandi, this is Jake Radcliff.” Alexa said formally, like she was introducing a new employee to the staff.

“Wow,” I thought to myself, as I saw Mandi and could feel a tingle starting in my loins. She was short, probably only 5’1″ or so, with strawberry blond hair and crystal blue eyes, the shade of fine sapphires. She was toned like an athlete, with a flat belly and small, pert breasts. She looked fantastic relaxing in the lounge chair, still wet from a dip in the pool and dressed in a Hawaiian print bikini. She stood and smiled shyly, extending her had to me.

“Jake, I’m excited to finally meet you. Alexa has told me so much about you,” she said, glancing nervously.

“Really?” I was surprised at the revelation that Alexa talked about me at all, because I always assumed, I was a closely guarded secret.

“Mandi and I work out at the same gym. We always seemed to end up next to each other on the treadmills and we started talking about guys we know. You came up.” Alexa gave Mandi her drink and sat in a lounge chair next to her, motioning for me to join them.

“Alexa tells me you are an attorney,” Mandi said.

“Yep, I handle mergers and acquisitions, as well as general business litigation.”

“Sounds interesting,” Mandi said as she took a long drink from her cocktail.

“Mergers and acquisitions are boring as hell, but they pay the bills. I would rather spend most of my time litigating. How about you? What is your line of work?”

“I am an International Commercial Relationship Manager for Bank of America. I mainly deal with clients in China, Taiwan, Hong Kong and Macao.”

“Wow! That sounds important, but I did not know there was much Chinese investment in the Dallas area.”

“You would be surprised. We offer investment packages for Chinese citizens and corporations in Dallas commercial property, vacation properties and even agricultural properties. I coordinate transfers of funds from the Pacific Rim to the USA.” Mandi took another sip of her drink. “Alexa said that you are also in the Army?”

“I am in the Army Reserve now, but I did two tours overseas, one in Iraq and the other in Afghanistan.”

“Were you an Army lawyer over there?”

“No, that was before law school. I was in the infantry, just your average grunt looking for bad guys.” Mandi nodded in understanding.

“What was Afghanistan like?”

“Freezing in the winter, hot in the summer and dangerous as hell all year round. I was in the northeast part, right on the Pakistani border, where the Taliban were thick as fleas, so things could get exciting fast.”

“Jake is an honest to God war hero,” Alexa interjected. “Purple Heart and a Bronze Star for Valor.”

“Purple Heart, that means that you were wounded, right?” Mandi’s eyes went wide. I tapped the spot on my left breast where the slug tore through my body armor, missing my heart by an inch.

“Caught one in my upper chest, right above the trauma plate and another in my calf. Luckily, they didn’t hit anything vital, and I am no worse for wear.” I cut my eyes to Alexa, and she nodded, getting my signal to change the subject.

“We have grilled lobster tails and a thick rib-eye steak waiting for us in the kitchen, who is hungry?” Alexa asked as she stood.

“I’m starving!” I stood and held out my hand to Mandi.

Alexa and Mandi laid out our dinner, while I went into the bedroom and changed into shorts and a polo shirt. I opened a bottle of chilled Pinot Noir and filled our wine flutes. After we took our seats, Alexa held up her wine glass and we followed suit.

“May we kiss those we please and please those we kiss,” she toasted with a wink. Mandi attacked the lobster like a hungry wolf, smacking her lips as she dipped it in butter sauce.

“This is delicious!”

“I am glad you like it. I slaved over the stove for hours,” I joked. She stopped to glance at me to see if I was serious, then stuck her tongue out at me when she saw that I was not.

After dinner we cleared away the table, had a drink and chatted for a while, getting to know each other. After a half hour of small talk, Alexa, stood and walked toward the bedroom, stopping at the door, and glanced over her shoulder.

“Well? Is anybody going to join me?” She said with a saucy smile and a wink.

“I don’t mind if I do. I’ve been wanting all night to see if Jake is everything you say he is.” Mandi stood and started unbuttoning her pool dress. I reached out and took her hand, keeping her from finishing unbuttoning her top.

“No, no, no,” I scolded her. “That’s our job.” I took her hand and we joined Alexa in the bedroom.

 

Alexa

 

Jake and I have a pre-fuck ritual. First, we strip each other and take a shower together, taking our time and working the other into a state of sexual frenzy. Jake loves it when I go slow, teasing and building the sexual tension until his need to climax becomes overwhelming, but I never quite letting him find relief, working him to the edge and keeping him there. I suspected that Mandi would enjoy the same routine.

I removed Mandi’s top, slipping it over her head and untied the strings holding up her bikini top, revealing small, perfectly shaped breasts, with her nipples already hard as peas. I pulled her to me, nuzzling her neck and kissing her lightly. She cooed with pleasure as I slid my hands down, caressing her breasts gently on the way to her bikini bottoms. I deftly untied them as I kissed her on her neck. They fell to the ground, revealing a shaven pussy, already moist with anticipation. I kissed her nipples, flicking them with my tongue, causing her to take a quick breath. I softly stroked the outer pussy lips and nuzzled her neck. As I brushed my fingers across her labia and rewarded with a low moan. After a few moments she began involuntarily thrusting her hips into my hand.