The Woman with Two Families

I have always been intrigued by how some men throughout history have been able to pull off two families at the same time, completely secret from each other. If you type that into your search engine, you will find true stories of this happening even today. I have never heard of a case of a female doing this, but there probably has been. Regardless, this is the basis of my tale. Could this happen? Who knows, but remember, don't get too wrapped around the axle because this is a work of fiction. Hopefully, you enjoy it.

*Ashley Baxter*

Ashley Baxter had a problem. She never thought that it would actually happen, but it did. Her former boss and friend, Christy McNesh (or was it Weber or Masters??) had an emergency, and they contacted Ashley. Ashley was Christy's emergency contact. Not her husband, John McNesh nor her other husband, Adam Weber. Why Ashley? To maintain the secrecy of course. Christy had two complete families at the same time, and for some strange reason, Ashley agreed to this. In over ten years, Christy had gotten away with it. No reasons for a next of kin call, but now Christy was dead. Not even dead in the US of A, but dead in St. Kitts in the West Indies!

Now, Ashley was expected to call the two husbands and tell them their wife was dead. She could not believe she had agreed to this, and now she had to follow through. Christy had been good to Ashley. She had given Ashley a job, which had led to a husband and a family. The job had paid well, and Ashley had been able to bring enough money to the marriage that they could buy a nice house. If Christy hadn't come along, Ashley believed by now she would be dead or in jail. There was no way she couldn't call the husbands.

She went to her bedroom and retrieved her burner cell phone from it's secret hiding place. She had never used this phone before; Christy had given it to her for this purpose only. Ashley was so afraid her husband would find it, but he never had. It was probably a totally unreasonable fear; her husband loved her as much as she loved him. She never gave him any reason to doubt it. With a heavy heart she put the phone in the charger and waited.

There were two contacts in the phone #1 and #2. Once it was charged Ashley called #1 first. This would be John McNesh, the first husband by 6 months. Ashley didn't know any more than his name. She didn't know anything more than Christy had two husbands.

"Hello."

"Is this John McNesh?"

"Yes it is, how can I help you?"

"I am calling to inform you that your wife, Christy McNesh has passed away. Her body is in St. Kitts. If you go, you should ask for Christy Masters."

"Is this some kind of sick joke? Christy is in New York not St. Kitts."

Ashley cut him off.

"It is no joke, my condolences, goodbye."

Ashley hung up and felt sick. She went to the bathroom and threw up. That was the most cold-hearted thing she had ever done in her life. Once she recovered she knew she better call #2 before she never did.

#2 was Adam Weber, again that is all that Ashley knew.

"Hello, you have reached Adam Weber's voicemail, please leave a message after the tone."

"Hello, I am sorry to inform you that your wife Christy Weber has passed away. Her body is at in St. Kitts. If you go to recover the body ask for Christy Masters. This is not a joke or prank call, sorry again for your loss."

That call was easier on Ashley, but would it be easier on Adam? Ashley didn't know but she did know she wanted the phone gone and now. She went out to her car and drove to the river near her house. She followed Christy's instructions. First, she stomped on the sim card, and it went in the river, then the battery and then she smashed the phone on a rock and into the river. Ashley drove away hoping to never hear of the two men or Christy ever again.

*John McNesh*

John McNesh's family owned a plumbing business in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. His dad was getting older and ready to retire so that's how John ended up at that trade show in Chicago. It was a three-day thing, Thursday to Saturday. John arrived Wednesday night and checked into his hotel. It was around supper time, and he went down to the restaurant for something to eat. As he entered he saw the most amazingly beautiful woman sitting alone at a table.

All of his family was harping on him to get a girlfriend. The nicer ones called him a chicken; the not-so-nice ones were worse. The message, however was the same: you're a 25-year-old virgin who works too much and needs to get laid.

John was just a shy introvert around women. On the job, he was a whole different guy but with women he just didn't know what to do. This time, however, he was going to do something. It didn't matter if he was shot down in flames he was going to try with this woman in Chicago. John walked up to her table, and as he approached she looked up from her phone and, of all things, smiled. This emboldened John.

"Hello, my name is John, and I was looking for a table for supper, and I saw you sitting here alone, and I thought maybe you would like some company, I understand if you wouldn't, but I thought I would ask, sorry for the interruption."

It came out in one breath. Then John held his breath awaiting the answer.

"Wow John that was quite a line, do you use that on all the ladies?"

"No, actually I have never done this before, I saw you and I have never seen someone so beautiful, I promised everyone back home I would try harder to get out there so I came over to speak to you, I'm sorry I will find another table."

"Whoa wait a minute there talks to fast John. You're too cute, of course you can sit down I want to hear more about what you promised everyone."

John sat down and could not believe it. Here he was sitting next to the most beautiful woman he had ever met, and she wanted to talk with him!

"It's not much of a story really, my family owns a plumbing business, and I am going to take over in a few years so all I do is work. I'm not complaining at all, I don't mind not having a social life, but it drives the rest of my family crazy. So, they sent me to this tradeshow, are you perhaps attending the show?"

After he said it he felt like a fool. She wasn't a plumber or carpenter; she probably was a model. Then she laughed and he loved that laugh.

"No, I'm not here for the show, but I am here on business. I am a consultant. I have a business meeting later tonight."

John could not believe his luck. He was going to have dinner with her and maybe he could get a date another night this weekend?

"Lucky me then, you sure it's okay for me to share this table for supper with you?'

"Of course, it sure beats eating alone."

They ordered and talked, mostly about John. Every time John tried to redirect the conversation to her she brought it back around to him. He did learn her name was Christy. So instead, he began to probe for common interests, which always worked well at work to establish a relationship. Soon they were laughing about movies they liked or didn't, and the funny things celebrities got up to. John was having the time of his life but realized as the coffee was served, it was about to end.

"Christy, I'm not sure how long you are in Chicago, but I am here until Saturday and was wondering if you might be available sometime? I would like to spend more time with you."

"I might be what were you thinking about doing with me?"

Christy couldn't resist the flirting and was rewarded with the deep blush from John she was expecting.

"I was hoping to take you on a date, maybe the movies, there's got to be something new out there you might like to see."

Christy thought about it, she couldn't remember the last time whe went on a date with someone who wasn't paying.

"Sure, I am free tomorrow night, the food is pretty good here, how about we meet here at 6 and go from there."

John could not believe it! His first attempt was a success. His first date the next day was also a huge success. When Christy kissed him goodnight he was in heaven. John also was very excited. Christy had a meeting on Saturday night but was not leaving until Monday and could spend Sunday with him. He made sure to phone his parents and tell them he wouldn't be back until Monday because he had a date! His dad said he could be as late as he wanted that day to work. He thought he heard his mom crying in the background.

Sunday was a marvel to John. They went for brunch and then a walk along the lakeshore. She held his hand, and he knew it was crazy, but he was completely in love with Christy. They ate in a small restaurant not far from the hotel and John never wanted the night to end.

"Christy what would you like to do after dinner? I am having the best day of my life, and I don't want it to end."

Christy could not believe that guys like John existed. He wore his heart on his sleave and said what he meant. She had learned he loved kids and family, and it was really affecting her. For the first time in her life she actually was thinking maybe she would like to settle down and have a family. It was a weird feeling. She also didn't want the night to end.

"How about we go back to your hotel room and relax?"

Christy was interested to see what John was like in bed and knew he would never make the first move. She expected more blushing, and John didn't disappoint. Red faced John readily accepted, and Christy took it as a compliment, the bulge in his pants. Not that she let on that she had seen his bulge, it did look impressive however and Christy was ready to find out what John could do to ease the ach in her pussy. Spending the day with him had really mad her horny.

After their second go round, Christy smiled down at John. She had just finished riding him to a stelar orgasm. Christy thought to herself for a virgin this guy was a natural. He seemed to instinctively know how to ring her bells and he rang them at least four times. Granted most of her customers didn't really care if she got off, they only cared that they did. John was different, with him it was so intimate and personal that it was down right scarry.

John smiled up at Christy. She had a sheen of sweat on her face and gorgeous breasts. She had a smile John knew he wanted to see for the rest of his life. Christy had taken his virginity, and he was at a loss for words to describe how good he felt. John wasn't an idiot, he knew all about endorphins and all that, but this was indescribable. Wow.

"Christy, that was amazing, you are amazing, can you stay the night?"

"Of course, John, I couldn't imagine leaving this bed right now. We're not done yet, studly, and I want to wake up in your arms tomorrow."

The line between a pat line for a customer and true feeling was crossed for the first time in Christy's life. She meant what she said and could only think, 'I'm smitten' like some cheesy Hallmark movie.

John hearing those words was way past smitten. He was a goner. He knew proposing marriage right now would be a mistake but that was to be his main ambition from this day forth.

In the morning, they made love again and then showered. It was a little awkward. Christy and John both felt like teenagers with their first crush and were at a loss to know what to do next. Christy, being more experienced, snapped out of it first.

"John, this has been the best weekend I've had in a very long time. I really would like to see you again."

John was speechless. Christy smiled, he was so naive and cute. She gave him her best smile.

"At this point you are supposed to say something deep and romantic."

"Christy I would love to see you again; I would love to run away with you right now and never leave your side. When could I see you again?"

Christy would be back in Chicago in two weeks, she only had to work during the week so they could have the weekend together. John readily agreed. Thus started their unique relationship. It evolved into Christy being in Chicago or Milwaukee every other week. Christy could work her schedule around it and so could John. Of course, John could, his whole family was so enamored with Christy and how happy she made John They would do anything at work or home to facilitate the romance. After six months, John couldn't hold out any longer and proposed while out for dinner one night. Of course, he went down on one knee,

"Christy will you marry me?"

Christy was not very surprised and overjoyed. She pulled him up for a kiss and said,

"Yes, but we have to talk."

John was so happy with the yes he almost missed the second part and being still pretty naive didn't even feel any trepidation when he processed it.

"Sure sweetheart, what would you like to talk about?"

"John I love you and want to be your wife, but I can't give up my job. That means that I will have to continue to travel. This in turn means that the best I can do is one week at home with you and then one week away, is this acceptable then great! I can't wait to be your wife. If this is not acceptable, unfortunately I will have to change my yes to a no. Even though it will break my heart."

John was expecting this. He knew by now how important work was to her. He also knew that when she was with him she was 100% with him. He could live with this arrangement, he had already been, and it was working. When she arrived after a week they had amazing sex. By mid week they made love. Before she left again they were like animals, insatiable trying to get enough before they were separated. They also did all kinds of other things together, it was a joy to be with her so John readily agreed.

The date was set, and Christy and John were married in Milwaukee on a beautiful fall day. It was followed by a weeklong honeymoon in Jamaica. Then Christie went back to work, and the one week on, one week off began. After two years, they agreed to try for children, but there was a complication. Christy explained to John that although she could produce eggs, she could not carry them to term. Something happened in her youth to damage her uterus. Yet it didn't matter, she explained, they could harvest her eggs and his sperm and get a surrogate to carry the baby.

John never questioned it. They had the money to do it this way, and he trusted her completely. A little over a year later their daughter Emily was born. She was followed by a son the following year named John Jr. JJ of course. John was so happy, he loved his children, and Christy was a great mom. Of course, she was still gone every other week, but his family stepped up to help out. Since it was all anyone ever knew and everything was working out no one questioned the arrangement. Sure, John wanted her around full time but when he ever mentioned it Christy reminded him of 'the talk' and that one day in the future she would retire.

Christy for her part loved her time with John. He was so happy to see her every time they were reunited. This manifested itself in his unbridled passion for her. John started to rent hotel rooms close to the airport so when he picked her up they could have sex as soon as possible. One time Christy left the plane dressed in a long coat, a red baby doll and red 6" heels. When her coat opened as John opened the door for her he caught a glimpse of the baby doll. Christy had one of the best orgasm's of her life when he pulled her out of the car and took her right there in the parking lot. Most times she would blow him as soon as they got in the car to take the edge off, it fueled her desire for John.

Things continued this way for almost a decade until John received that fateful call that supposedly his Christy was dead in a place called St. Kitts.

Initially John wanted to forget the call ever happened, but he couldn't. He called Christy's cell phone, and it went to voicemail. This was nothing new she probably was working but she always got back to him within a few hours.

"Hi sweetheart I just was particularly missing you today and wanted to hear your voice. I know you are busy, love you."

John didn't need to ask for her to call because she always did after he tried to call her. Six hours later there still was no response. John had a restless night; he couldn't sleep awaiting Christy's call, but it never came. John thought about it. She was supposed to be in New York. The woman on the phone said she was dead in St. Kitts. She must be in a hospital morgue. He reluctantly googled it and made the call to Joseph N. France General Hospital in Basseterre St. Kitts. Once he was transferred to the correct person, John learned it was no prank,

"Hello, my name is John McNesh, and I was called by someone that my wife, Christy Masters was dead and in St. Kitts."

"Sir, normally we do not give out any information about patients unless we can confirm your identity. However, in this case I can confirm that Christy Masters is dead awaiting transfer to a funeral home. Her car accident was all over the news so it's public information."

After thanking the person John googled recent car accidents in St. Kitts and pretty soon found the article.

HIGH-PROFILE INVESTOR DIES IN CRASH

Christy Masters a long-time investment resident of Frigate Bay died in a horrendous car crash last night in Basseterre. An unidentified male driver was unhurt, but his passenger died on impact........ Ms. Masters has been a resident of St. Kitts for the past ten years. She invested in many local businesses and enjoyed her time relaxing in Frigate Bay...... The funeral service is yet to be determined as officials are still contacting the next of kin.

John could not believe it, his Christy with another man. His Christy had another name? Another life? On St. Kitts? What to tell the kids? Emily was now seven and JJ six. John decided he had better research how to get to this island of St. Kitts. It was pretty easy he found a flight direct from Milwaukee. First, he better tell his parents and then organize a flight.

*Adam Weber*

Christy was sitting alone at a restaurant in Atlantic City. She was having dinner by herself as was her custom before her business meeting later that night. She was thinking about John and how much she already adored him after their second meeting. He was so different than her. He was so 'apple pie' and 'boy next door.' It was refreshing to be with such a nice guy. She could see a long-term future with John.

Then Christy noticed a man enter the restaurant. Immediately, Christy's panties were wet, not moist but wet. The guy was the definition of male perfection. He carried himself with a quiet confidence that was accentuated by his immaculate appearance. Christy had watched a movie once from the late 70's called 10. This man was the male perfect 10.

The man looked her way, and their eyes met. It was like an electric shock to Christy. His gaze was so intense. The shock went right to her honey pot, and she was sure that a slight touch of her clit would set off her orgasm. Then he smiled, and Christy was mesmerized. She had never felt this way about anyone ever before. Her level of arousal was beyond anything she had ever felt before.

Another man joined her, Adonis, and the two of them found a table for dinner. Christy could hardly concentrate on her meal; she had to meet this man.

Adam Weber knew the effect he had on most women. Despite being hit on constantly, he had not grown overly arrogant or conceded. He enjoyed the company of the women who threw themselves at him, but he was looking for the one. He was thirty, a successful investment banker, and wanted to settle down. As a reward for his excellent performance at work, his boss had sent him to Atlantic City for a big charity event. It was being held at a casino, and the proceeds would go to funding a new wing for a not-for-profit hospital in Newark. Adam lived in New Jersey so appreciated the hospital location. Adam was joined by another man from his office, who also was being rewarded for his hard work.

The two of them had agreed to a contest to see who could pick up the best-looking woman. Adam was feeling pretty confident he would win, but his companion wasn't a slouch in the looks department and had the gift of gab. All that went out the window when Adam saw Christy in the restaurant. It wasn't that she was gorgeous, it was just something about her that shook him to the core. Love at first sight was a fairy tale told by the last of the great romantics. Yet when this mysterious women and Adam's eyes met, he felt an immediate connection. He had never felt that before and his cock hardened in his pants. Luckily, he had some tight briefs, so he didn't embarrass himself. Then the woman smiled, and Adam momentarily could not breathe. Adam snapped out of it as his companion joined him, and they followed the hostess to their table.

Adam knew he wasn't holding up his end of the conversation at dinner, but he couldn't help himself. His mind was on how to meet the woman who had taken his breath away.

Christy was also distracted while eating. She needed to meet this perfect 10. She was hoping that her meeting would get cancelled tonight, but that was unlikely. Christy noticed when the man got up to go to use the washroom. She made sure she timed it right so that she would be heading to the washroom as he left his. They met, and he spoke to her.

"Hello, I can't believe such a lovely lady would be having supper alone."

Christy decided to play the brat.

"I wouldn't have if a gentleman had stepped up and accompanied me."

Adam liked her even more.

"A gentleman wouldn't intrude on a lady's meal without a proper introduction. A gentleman like me would prefer to ask a lady to dinner."

Christy could not believe how sexy his voice was. This man exuded sexy, and she was lost in a lust daze.

"I just might be available for dinner tomorrow night if I met the right gentleman."

Adam gave her his killer smile once again.

"My name is Adam and It would be my pleasure to escort you to a meal tomorrow."

"Then you should meet me in the lobby of this hotel at 6pm tomorrow."

"It shall be my pleasure to do so, and whom might I be meeting if I may be so bold as to ask your name?"

"My name is Christy, and I will see you tomorrow."

Adam could not believe what had just happened. He never was cheesy/corny like that. He always was in control, suave and sophisticated. Tonight, with Christy he sounded like some lame chick flick. However, it just didn't matter. He had a date with the most intriguing woman he had ever met.

Adam and Christy went out for supper the next day and then went back to Adam's room. There was no question they would end up there. The sexual tension started out high in the lobby before they left for supper and went up from there. By the time supper was over Adam's cock ached it was so hard, and Christy's panties were drenched, even with the panty liner she wore. The sex was beyond anything either of them had ever experienced before. Christy had been with many men, and none had manipulated her body in such a way before. Adam was sex personified.

Adam had also had many bed partners, but none had matched him like Christy. They fucked early into the morning and then again later that morning. Room service was ordered and then they went at it again.

Later Christy would feel a tiny pang of guilt but not for long. She had slept with plenty of guys since she met John and no doubt would continue to do so. What John didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Moreover, it didn't stop her from enjoying his company every other week. Perhaps this Adam could have her the other week, and she could scale back her work. She had two very competent managers looking after her Chicago and New York offices. She could have it all, apple pie John and Adonis Adam.

For his part, Adam was addicted to sex with Christy. He couldn't wait to see her again and if he had to wait a week that was ok. He worked long hours at the bank and that would keep him occupied.

So, it began. Christy would be in Chicago/Milwaukee one week and New York/New Jersey the other. She loved her time with John; it was like a Norman Rockwell painting. She also loved her time with Adam; it was like Gerda Wegener's sexual nirvanas.

Then John proposed and Christy thought for a moment she should give up Adam. It was only a brief moment however; it wouldn't make much difference if John and her were 'dating' or married while she was 'dating' Adam. Christy had scaled back her actual hands-on work to a few select clients. Part of the reason she liked her job so much is she loved sex. Now with two horny guys keeping her very satisfied she could let her employees do the work.

Adam was enjoying his week on week off with Christy but was very unhappy to learn that Christy would be away at work for two weeks. Christy actually would be on her regular week with John getting married, and then a second week on the honeymoon. This prompted Adam to decide to ask Christy to marry him, he mistakenly believed that then he would have her full time. He bought an engagement ring and booked a nice restaurant for the day Christy came back from her work trip.

Christy was happy that Adam wanted to take her out for dinner as soon as she arrived at his place. Normally they would tear one another's clothes off to get reacquainted but this time Christy was a little worn out from her honeymoon. John had outdid himself and she was glad for a respite, even if it wouldn't last all night. Christy also noticed Adam was not his normal self. She knew he was upset that it had been two weeks since they were last together. Yet this was something different and she wondered what it was.

The last thing Christy expected was for Adam to get down on one knee after dinner and ask her to marry him. Yet there he was waiting for an answer. She pulled him up for a kiss and said,

"Yes, but we have to talk."

Adam was much more experienced with 'the talk' than John. Adam had been the one to initiate plenty of talks with women he didn't want to see anymore. Yet no one had ever said it to him. This was not good, but he tried to sound neutral.

"Ok Christy, what is on your mind?"

"Adam I love you and want to be your wife, but I can't give up my job. That means that I will have to continue to travel. This in turn means that the best I can do is one week at home with you and then one week away, is this acceptable then great! I can't wait to be your wife. If this is not acceptable, unfortunately I will have to change my yes to a no. Even though it will break my heart."

This was not working out like Adam had envisioned. Adam was hoping she would quit her job to be his wife. He really had no idea what she did or what she made, but he was sure he made more than enough money, so she didn't need to work. Adam hated being apart from her, the last two weeks had been torture. He couldn't imagine not having her in his life, so he knew he would agree to her condition. He mistakenly believed he could change her mind once they were married.

Once they were married, Adam was frustrated that Christy wouldn't quit her job or at least stop travelling and believed that if they had children she would change. So, after two years of marriage, they agreed to try for children, but there was a complication. Christy explained to Adam that although she could produce eggs, she could not carry them to term. Something happened in her youth to damage her uterus. Yet it didn't matter, she explained, they could harvest her eggs and his sperm and get a surrogate to carry the baby.

Adam never questioned it. They had the money to do it this way, and he trusted her completely. Moreover, there would be no pregnancy to affect Christy's body or availability for intimacy. What he didn't realize in the beginning was that this meant no maternity leave. A little over a year later, their son Jason was born. He was followed by another son the following year, named Baxter. Adam was so happy; he loved his children, and Christy was a great mom. Of course, she was still gone every other week, but he hired a live-in nanny. Since it was all anyone ever knew and everything was working out, no one questioned the arrangement. Sure, Adam wanted her around full time, but whenever he mentioned it, Christy reminded him of 'the talk' and that one day in the future she would retire.

Christy was however, a little bit worried about Adam. Adam never stopped pushing for her to stay with him full time. Unlike John, who accepted the situation and mentioned it only once in a while, and at that only wistfully. Adam could get pretty bitter about it. Christy knew he kept thinking that she would change her mind. First, he thought marriage life would make her stay home, and when it didn't, he thought motherhood would keep her home. Adam tried to book two-week holidays and even tried to use the kids against her. Nothing worked for Adam and Christy knew this would eventually lead to trouble.

Christy made sure she was the best wife ever when she was with Adam. She also was the best mom to her children who adored her. The time apart just made them love Christy more. Christy also made sure when she was home Adam was sexually satisfied. She actually tried to wear him out. Sometimes she even succeeded, and Adam knew that he could never live without Christy. Yet by the third day Christy was away she knew Adam was starting to get mad again at her absence. Christy knew she had to do something more to make sure Adam was happy on those weeks or at least distracted.

That's when Adam met Ann. He didn't know that Ann worked for Christy, but he was immediately captivated by Ann. Christy was pretty certain this would happen. Ann was a younger version of Christy who knew all the right buttons to push with Adam. Adam was so used to women falling all over themselves for him that he never noticed he was being played by a pro. Adam slept with Ann six times in the two weeks that Christy was away on business (actually she was with John and the birth of JJ).

Ann dutifully reported back that Adam was guilty he had cheated on his wife but at the same time felt justified because she worked away so much. Ann was convinced that he would never leave Christy, but that Adam would continue cheating on her to keep himself sane. Christy could live with that. It would be very hypocritical of her to think otherwise. Moreover, Ann was quite appreciative that she was able to continue her relationship with Adam as his mistress. Who wouldn't be happy to get paid to fuck a male ten who also was a sex god. She would have done it for free. Once Adam settled into his 'affair' with Ann, his requests for Christy to quit her job diminished and life was better for him and Christy.

The other thing that happened that at about the same time is Adam somehow improved his love making skills. Adam already was the consummate bed partner, but Christy noticed that once he had a mistress he tried even harder to be an even better lover. Adam often tried out new things on Ann that he wanted to try on Christy, so Christy usually knew what was coming. Nothing could have prepared Christy however for the time Adam tied her up and edged her for over an hour. When he finally gave her release she blacked out. It was the single best orgasm of her life.

Adam was hoping that this would make her quit her job and stay home with him. Outside of work it became his all-consuming goal. His ego just couldn't completely accept that she wouldn't quit her job for him. Yet he was addicted to having sex with her. She was the best he had ever had. Things continued this way for almost a decade until Adam received that fateful message that supposedly his Christy was dead in a place called St. Kitts.

Initially, Adam could not believe the call was real. Some asshole wanted to fuck with him and Adam couldn't figure out why. He called Christy's cell phone, and it went to voicemail. This was nothing new she probably was working but she always got back to him within a few hours.

"Hey Chris, I need to talk to you today about the kids. I know you're busy, give me a call when you can, love you."

Adam didn't need to ask for her to call because she always did after he tried to call her, but he was upset and did anyway. Too many hours later, there was still no response, and that was unusual. Adam had a restless night; he couldn't sleep awaiting Christy's call, but it never came. In the morning, Adam thought about it. She was supposed to be in Cleveland. The woman on the phone said she was in St. Kitts. He reluctantly googled hospital morgues in St. Kitt's capital, Basseterre. Then he and made the call to Joseph N. France General Hospital. Once he was transferred to the correct person, Adam learned it was no prank,

"Hello, my name is Adam Weber, and I was informed that my wife, Christy Masters, was dead and in St. Kitts."

The person answering the call thought it was weird that another person claiming to be Christy Master's husband was calling but still gave the same information.

"Sir, normally we do not give out any information about patients unless we can confirm your identity. However, in this case, I can confirm that Christy Masters is dead, awaiting transfer to a funeral home. Her car accident was all over the news, so it's public information."

After thanking the person, Adam searched the internet for recent car accidents in St. Kitts and pretty soon found the article.

HIGH-PROFILE INVESTOR DIES IN CRASH

Christy Masters a long-time investment resident of Frigate Bay died in a horrendous car crash last night in Basseterre. An unidentified male driver was unhurt, but his passenger died on impact........ Ms. Masters has been a resident of St. Kitts for the past ten years. She invested in many local businesses and enjoyed her time relaxing in Frigate Bay...... The funeral service is yet to be determined as officials are still contacting next of kin.

Adam was pissed off. He immediately went into work mode. He pulled out his cell phone and called his contact at the investigation firm that his bank used.

"Hello Adam, what can I do for you today?"

"Daniels, I need you to investigate someone for me ASAP and with the utmost confidentiality."

"Of course, Adam, we will get on it right away, and we always ensure the utmost confidentiality. Who are we investigating?"

"Actually, it's my wife, Christy. I just received an anonymous call from someone who said she was dead in a hospital morgue in St. Kitts. The person told me she was probably listed under another name, Christy Masters. I need you to find out everything about Christy Weber and Christy Masters."

"Sorry for me saying this, but, wow, Adam that is almost unbelievable. I've seen a fair bit in this business but... Regardless, what other info do you have for me that might help us in our search?"

"I know this will sound strange, but I don't really know what she did for work. She told me she had her own business called Christy's Consulting. She said she worked on interpersonal stuff. She never wanted to talk about it. She did make good money, though, I'm not sure how much because our finances are separate, but she always paid her half and more. When she left last Friday, she said she would be gone two weeks this time as she had a big client in Cleveland to deal with. She was due back next week Sunday evening."

"Ok, we will get right on it. If you think of anything else, give me a call. We probably will have more questions for you. Are you thinking of heading to St. Kitts?"

"I'm going to wait to see what you guys find. The flights out are on Saturday, so I have a few days to book one."

After he hung up, it hit him. Christy was dead, and he had no idea who she really was. Had he really spent the last decade married to someone, leading a double life? Adam wasn't going to dwell on it; he would await the report. Daniels was both efficient and effective, so he would know soon enough. In the meantime, he had a date with Lisa (the woman who replaced Ann as his mistress last year). He made sure the kids were good with the nanny and left for his date pushing Christy as far to the back of his mind as possible. In the morning it all came back however and as Adam went to work he knew he wouldn't get much done until Daniells called him. It was 11 when he received the call.

"Adam I have an initial report for you; do you want me to come see you or just give you the summary now?"

"Give me the summary."

"This might all sound pretty incredible, but we have double checked the main points and appears to be the truth. First off your Christy owned and operated a high-end escort service under the name of Christy Masters for at least the last decade, most likely longer. Secondly, she also is know as Christy McNesh the wife of a plumber named John McNesh of Milwaukee Wisconsin. Third, she was in St. Kitts where she owns a home and has business interests. She bought her citizenship twelve years ago through their investment residency program. Finally, the man in the accident with her is named Vincent Johnson their relationship status is unconfirmed."

"Fuck! A high-class hooker with another husband? Fuck me! Three names and a home on a Caribbean Island that she is a citizen of? Unfucking believable! Am I the dumbest cuck in New Jersey? or maybe the whole USA?"

"I know this is incredible, but she was pretty good at covering her tracks. You loved her right and trusted her, she counted on that. We will continue to investigate. are you heading to St. Kitts? The other husband has booked a flight this Friday to St. Kitts."

"Yes I'm going, I'll book a flight out this Saturday. I'll have to meet up with this other guy. I supposed she has a will and a lawyer down there I'll have to find them too."

"We have a guy there who can meet you at the airport and be your guide. He's working on those details now. We also instructed him to get a hold of this Vincent Johnson fellow; I figured you would want to speak to him as well. In the next two days we should have our report fleshed out for you to read on your flight. I'll be available of course to answer your questions when you land."

"Thanks Daniels you guys are amazing, make sure you bill me personally not the bank on this one."

Adam made the arrangements for his flight, booked a week of holidays, and organized his parents to look after the kids while he was away.

*St. Kitts*

John McNesh arrived in Basseterre St. Kitts in the middle of the afternoon. He hired a taxi to take him to the hospital. Upon arrival he was asked to wait and after about half an hour a man who clearly looked like a lawyer approached him.

"Mr. McNesh, my name is Sylvester Thomas I am Ms. Masters solicitor here in St. Kitts I am sorry for your loss."

They shook hands. Sylvester continued.

"I'm sure that you have many questions and I was hoping that you would bear with me until the other parties have arrived before I answer them. Her body has been moved to the funeral home pending instructions and that is one of the things we have to speak about."

John was perplexed.

"Other parties? What other parties?"

Sylvester knew this was not going to be easy on John. John looked like such a lost puppy. It was only going to get worse. Sylvester however had his instruction from Ms. Masters, and he would follow them.

"Your wife has left instructions. She would like you to stay at the Marriott in Frigate Bay for the evening and then meet with the other parties tomorrow evening for dinner. I have arranged a guide for you to show you the sights in the morning if you so desire. I also have a letter for you now from your wife. I'm sorry if this is not a satisfactory arrangement but I have my instructions as you might understand."

John didn't really understand anything since he had received that call. He was used to dealing with lawyers from his family's business and they all were the same so there was no use pushing for more details. John was sure he would be informed in due time. He accepted the envelope from the man.

"Would I be able to go to the funeral home to see the body?"

"Unfortunately, you cannot. Ms. Masters left instructions to be cremated and after the accident she was. The body can only be held so long according to the regulations."

John was then introduced to a taxi drive who would also be his guide while he was on the island. It was all previously arranged by this Sylvester Thomas on his wife's instructions. Clutching the letter John got into the cab and headed off to the Marriott. After he checked in and went to his room John sat down on the end of the bed and opened the envelope.

Dearest John,

If you are reading this that means I have met an untimely end. This might be a little overwhelming for you, or unbelievable but it is all true. First off I love you John. You are a great husband, father, and friend. I cherish the time we spent together. You were the first man I ever loved. It was my intention to retire with you and live out my days at your side. Unfortunately, that will not happen.

I know it must be hard to believe that I love you when I had another husband besides you. A whole other family. None of that had anything to do with any failure or shortcoming on your part. It was all my selfishness. I knew I could maintain two separate families at the same time, so I did.

I know you have no reason, given the circumstances, to believe anything I say. However, all the time we spent together was real, real love. When I was with you I was yours 100% and I enjoyed every minute. I was so drawn to your honesty, integrity, boyish good looks, and the way you always made me feel special.

You are an amazing father, and I am sure you will do a great job of looking after our kids without me. Your family is the best and will certainly help you like always. Do not however live your life alone. Please find someone new to share your life with. There is someone out there who will make you happy again.

I was very well off monetarily and all of you will be taken care of. My lawyer will provide the details. I know this letter isn't much, I wish you never had to read it.

Christy

The letter fell from John's hand. It certainly cleared a few things up in John's mind, but it also opened up so many more questions. Who really was Christie? John knew deep down he would never get any real answers. His friends always called him a lucky bastard to have Christy, but now the luck had run out. John wondered if when his friends found out if they would still think he was so lucky. Exhaustion overcame him, and he lay back on the bed and went to sleep.

The next day, John went through the motions of living. His guide showed up after breakfast, taking him on a tour of the island. It was beautiful, and John let it distract him. Eventually, the time for dinner arrived and John went to the Marriott's dining room to meet the 'other parties' and hopefully get the rest of the story.

Meanwhile, Adam Weber had received his report and boarded his flight for St. Kitts. Once they were in the air, he opened it up. Apparently, his wife was an orphan whose rich parents left her a big trust fund. She was raised by the managers of the trust fund. She did own a high-end escort business with two locations New York and Chicago. She originally had a business partner, named Vincent Johnson - the man she was with when she died- but they had split the business before Adam and Christy were married. Vincent had taken the locations in Los Angeles and Dallas. She had a manager in each location and had stopped dealing intimately with customers once she had married Adam and this John McNesh.

John was her first husband by about 8 months. He owned and operated a plumbing business in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Christy and he had two children, John Junior and Emily. Adam shook his head; those kids were the same age as his. Adam paused and thought. Who really was Christy? Adam continued reading. She didn't actually do much work in the last decade. She spent her time being a full-time wife and mother with either him or John. Christy could easily take care of any business she had while her husbands were at work.

Adam put the report down and thought about it for a minute. Christy was brilliant. She had fooled him for a decade! Despite his anger at her, he was impressed. His keeping a secret mistress, that he only saw when Christy wasn't home, was nothing compared to keeping two complete families.

Adam went back to the report. Christy had become an investment resident of St. Kitts and had a home there. She went there once a year to meet up with Vincent Johnson. The two had several joint businesses in St. Kitts. Apparently in addition to their business dealings they were also lovers one weekend a year.

After finishing the report Adam thought about what Daniels had told him. Daniels' contact in St. Kitts had been approached by Christy's lawyer a Sylvester Thomas. The lawyer knew when Adam was arriving and was hoping to arrange a meeting upon his arrival. The other husband was already on the Island and would also be in attendance. Adam had agreed. The body had already been cremated, and he was going to have to sort things out with the will and this John McNesh, so why not agree? Adam wondered what John would be like? What did Christy see in him? It was all so weird, Adam could never imagine sharing his wife with someone else, but he had his whole marriage! He was sick to his stomach as he got off the plane.

Once Adam reclaimed his bag and cleared customs, his guide approached him to take him to the Marriott. Adam arrived just in time to check in and have a quick drink in his room. When he entered the dining room, he recognized his table right away. His report included pictures, and at the table were John, Sylvester, and Vincent. After shaking everyone's hand, Adam sat in the empty chair between Sylvester and Vincent. He sized up his companions,

"Good evening, gentlemen, I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you."

Adam said it with a smile, hoping to set the tone.

John laughed,

"Yes indeed, I've had dental work I enjoyed more, and hopefully we will never meet again."

John raised his glass as if to toast the others. He also smiled, trying his part to keep the tone light.

Sylvester took over the conversation.

"Adam and John I offer my sincere condolences and thank you for making the trip. I can't imagine what you are going through but I have invited Vincent tonight to maybe help you process this. First though I would like to get the business end out of the way.

Christy had a will, and her instructions were very specific. She left ten million dollars to each of you, one million for each year married. In addition, she set up a trust fund for the four children. Each trust fund has fifteen million dollars in it. Both of you will be the trustees of your children's funds until they turn twenty-one. There of course are a series of conditions. I will provide you the documentation once we are done. All her other assets, excluding what is in your respective homes, are allocated elsewhere. This includes all of her business interests here in St. Kitts and in the US. Do you have any questions?"

Adam and John both reflected on what they had been told. Adam's investigators could not ascertain what Christy was worth and he didn't need any money regardless. John also didn't need any money and was shocked to learn about his award and the trust funds. Obviously, John had not had an investigator to forewarn him of some of Christy's secrets. John and Adam both shook their heads. Sylvester continued.

"I was wondering if either of you have given any thoughts to the funeral arrangements?"

John had actually put a fair amount of thought into this.

"Yes I have, I would like to take the ashes home to have a funeral in Milwaukee."

Adam had not really considered it but of course now wanted the same.

"I also would like her ashes to bury in New Jersey."

At this point Vincent entered the discussion.

"I had a feeling both of you would like to do that, so I took the liberty of discussing it with Sylvester. Obviously, what I am suggesting breaks a few laws and such, but it will certainly work. I suggest a funeral service here in St. Kitts where an empty urn is buried. Each of you will then receive half of Christy's ashes to take home. Since you have different last names it will be very easy for you to take your wives' remains out of the country. No one will be the wiser. Sylvester will ensure the proper paperwork is filed."

John laughed a bitter laugh,

"I guess we are sharing her right until the end, Adam."

Adam looked at the man whom he wanted to hate but couldn't,

"It makes sense to me, then all three versions of Christy will be put to rest."

They had ordered and ate mostly in silence. As soon as dinner was done, Sylvester excused himself, handing each man a package.

"My card is in the package, once you have reviewed the contents and have any questions or require further information please contact me. They money should already be in your bank accounts. I wish you all the best.

Adam I do have one more thing for you. Christy wrote you a letter and here it is."

After shaking John and Adam's hands Sylvester left. Vincent then cleared his throat,

"I'm suspect you both might have questions, I will try my best to answer them."

Adam spoke first.

"Yes I would like to know about your relationship with Christy."

"Of course. I met her when I recruited her to work for my company. Christy was a woman who enjoyed sex and decided early that she could make money doing what she loved. There was no way she could be just some common prostitute, my company provided high-end escorts. It didn't take her long to realize that she enjoyed her work but wanted more and invested in my business. We became partners. She originally worked for me in Chicago but with her investment, we expanded into LA, and Dallas. Then she met you, John.

She never had shown any signs of wanting to get married but there was something about you that changed Christy. She requested that we split the business as she wanted to stop working and just manage the operations while she pursued you. I tried to persuade her otherwise, but then she met Adam. She knew she had to make a change to keep both of you. We split the business and Christy made sure she had two competent managers to run things day to day.

We continued to be friends after that. We would get together once a year in St. Kitts."

John was no one's fool and noticed Vincent's lack of answering the question.

"So, you also were lovers?

"I'm sorry to say that yes, we were. Christy liked variety, and the three of us provided enough variety for her. I was the only other person she slept with besides you both once she was married. I know this is all very painful."

Adam's anger had now resurfaced,

"So why, why did she marry two of us?

"I know this isn't much of an answer, but I asked her several times over the years, and what she said was, 'because she could.' She would say men have been having two secret families throughout history, so why couldn't she. You each filled a need for her and in her way she did love you both very much."

John laughed even more bitterly,

"So, the rich bitch could so she did."

Adam also laughed, it was that or cry.

"I think that sums it up perfectly,"

Adam saluted John with his after-dinner Scotch,

"The bitch"

John raised his glass of rum,

"The fucking bitch"

and they drank.

There wasn't much left to be said, really. Vincent felt he had done his duty and excused himself. On the way out, he generously tipped the bartender and asked him to look out for his two American 'friends.' He also asked him to just give them the bottles of scotch and rum.

After Vincent was gone John looked at Adam,

"She left me a letter too."

Adam looked at the envelope on the table,

"What did it say?"

John had brought it with him and read it out to Adam.

Adam considered what John had read and then opened his envelope and read his letter out loud,

Dearest Adam,

If you are reading this that means I have met an untimely end. This might be a little overwhelming for you, or unbelievable, but it is all true. First off I love you Adam. You are a great husband and father. I cherish the time we spent together. You are the best-looking man I have ever met. You are also the best lover I ever had.

I know it must be hard to believe that I love you when I had another husband besides you. A whole other family. None of that had anything to do with any failure or shortcoming on your part. It was all my selfishness. I knew I could maintain two separate families at the same time, so I did.

I know you have no reason, given the circumstances, to believe anything I say. However, all the time we spent together was real, real love. When I was with you, I was yours 100%, and I enjoyed every minute. The things you did to my body were simply unbelievable.

You are an amazing father, and I am sure you will do a great job of looking after our kids without me. I know you will have no problem replacing me. Please find someone else to share your life with.

I was very well off monetarily, and although you don't need it, you will be taken care of. My lawyer will provide the details. I know this letter isn't much, I wish you never get to read it.

Christy

"Well fuck me. I guess I was the pity fuck."

John had reached a new level of bitterness.

"Ya well at least she was retiring with you, I was just her fuck toy."

"Bitch"

"Fucking bitch."

The two men downed their drinks and refilled them. John tried to think of something positive to say. He was drunk enough at this point to be melancholy and had loved Christy for a decade. It didn't seem right to be bad-mouthing her.

"She wasn't all bad, Adam, I mean she never missed anything important. She always flew back from business for birthdays or special events."

Adam laughed,

"Yeah, ain't she special. The bitch would leave me mid week to go fly back to you for your birthday and then fly back to me with sloppy seconds."

"I'm sorry to break it to you, Adam, but you were getting sloppy seconds all the time the same as me."

"Bitch"

"total bitch."

and they drank,

This continued for quite a while until they ran out of things about Christy to drink and curse at. Before they were completely annihilated John had one more coherent thought.

"Adam, our children are half-siblings should we get them together?"

"Fuck that John, I'm going to tell them that their mom died in a car accident and try to forget all the rest. Nothing personal, but I hope to never see or hear from you again."

"Good point, I think I will do the same."

"Bitch"

"Fucking bitch"

and they drank.

They left it at that. Once they were no longer functioning, the bartender called for a porter to come and take them to their rooms. The next day urns were delivered to their rooms and flights were booked home. Neither man went to the St. Kitts funeral for Christy Masters. They left for home before it happened.

*Christy's Legacy - Ashley Baxter*

Ashley wanted to be anywhere other than a Starbucks in Renton, south of Seattle. Yet here she was meeting Vincent Johnson a man she never wanted to see again. He had contacted her after her friend and former boss, Christy, had died. It was about Christy's will, and Vincent promised it wouldn't take long. Ashley lived in Ballard, on the Northwest side of Seattle, there was no way she wanted her husband to find out about this meeting.

Ashley sipped her coffee, remembering how she met Christy. Ashley was living in LA and desperate to get out of student debt. A friend of hers had recommended she apply to be an escort. Christy had been the one to interview and hire her. It had been a great job, and her debt soon disappeared. It was replaced by a large chunk of savings. Ashley had then met an engineer in LA on loan from his head office in Seattle. By the time they met, Ashley was the manager of the LA office.

Christy was saddened that Ashley was resigning but could understand her wanting to marry and have a family. It might have even sparked something inside of Christy as she met John McNesh only six months later. Regardless Ashely had married her engineer, and soon enough they went back to Seattle. She now had three kids and a perfect life that could only be ruined if anyone knew her past. When Christy died and Ashley was contacted as next of kin, she thought she was free of Christy and her past. She had forgotten about Christy's business partner Vincent Johnson and now Vincent wanted to speak to her.

Ashley noticed him as he entered the restaurant. Vincent was as poised and handsome as she remembered.

"Hello, Ashley, it is nice to see you."

Ashley didn't stand or smile.

"Hello Vincent, I don't mean to be offensive, but I had hoped never to see you again."

"I understand, but Christy has complicated things in her will, and I did not want some lawyer to send you notice at home. That could only lead to trouble with your husband."

"I thank you for that, but what is it that was so important?"

"Christy has left you her escort business."

Ashely was shocked, what was she going to do with that! There is no way she could explain this to her husband.

"Why would she do that, she knew I wanted a clean break from that?"

"I don't know why she did it, but she did. I mean, you know Christy she did what she did. 2 husbands and all that. Let me tell you it wasn't a fun day meeting the two widowers. Yet the why is unimportant, the what is. As you know her and I split the business. She kept Chicago and New York. She has two very good managers running both operations. I took the liberty of speaking to them about buying the business. They are both interested in partnering with me and buying you out. This envelope contains a cheque for $1.5 million. I have the paperwork here for you to sign to complete the transaction."

"Great, just great, how do I explain that check to my husband?"

"I took the liberty of asking Christy's lawyer to draft up a letter to you about your long-lost relative's estate. If you like, I can send the letter, and you and your husband can enjoy your good fortune. I guess you also could just take the check and stash it somewhere. I could help with that. Or you could just sign the back, and we could give away with no trace to a charity of your choice."

"Always covering all the angles, Vincent. Give me those papers and I'll sign them. Send your letter and I'm sure we'll figure out something to do with the money."

Ashley took the check, signed the papers, and hurriedly left the Starbucks.

Three days later, when the letter arrived, her husband was excited about their windfall. Thankfully, he didn't want to research this long-lost relative. They used the money to buy a new house. Thankfully, Ashley never again heard from her past.

*Christy's Legacy - John McNesh*

John went home from St. Kitts and buried his wife. His children were obviously upset but given the unusual nature of the marriage and their close relationship to their extended family, they were okay. John's friends didn't know what to say. Since they met Christy John had been the 'lucky bastard.' At first, this was used as a cover for the jealousy and unbelief that John landed such a total babe. This evolved into jealousy that, after 2 kids Christy still looked the same. Not only could she rock a bikini, but her muffins always sold first at the church bake sale. Their wives kept some or plenty of the baby fat and weren't always that easy to live with. Christy always acted like the sun rose and set on John, and sure that made them jealous. 'Lucky bastard' became almost a curse. Then she died. John wasn't the lucky bastard anymore. His friend's wives all seemed to improve overnight.

His friends didn't know what to do with John at all. Yet their wives did. They went to work after leaving John his year of mourning. After several false starts and near misses, they maneuvered a meeting between John and a widow named Elisha Jones. Elisha had lost her husband to an industrial accident and had three children roughly the same age as John's two. The two hit it off and eventually married. John felt now he was truly lucky. Elisha and he shared a special bond born out of helping one another with their grief. John spent almost every day for the rest of his life with Elisha; they were never apart for long. They didn't have any children together, but they did have many grandchildren who brought joy to their golden years.

John was happy with his life, but every once and a while he would remember Christy.

The bitch.

*Christy's Legacy - Adam Weber*

Adam also went home and buried his wife. He then went a little out of control. Adam's self esteem had taken a huge hit from being Christy's cuckold for a decade. She said he was the most handsome fabulous lover, which he already knew, but she wanted to retire with the plain old plumber. Adam tried to fuck back his self confidence. Adam also continued seeing Lisa his mistress. Lisa watched Adam's spiral out of control and believed she could pull him out of it. After three month's of his self-destructive behavior, she decided it was time. They were laying in bed after a vigorous session of fucking when Lisa made her move,

"Adam, you know how much I care for you right?"

Adam was briefly at peace in the afterglow of good sex.

"Of course I do, you're great Lisa."

"I am worried about you since Christy passed away. I was thinking that maybe we could take our relationship to the next level, maybe we could go on a date."

Lisa believed her voice was full of concern and longing to be with Adam. Adam heard pity.

"A date!? Are you kidding me, you're a great lay but not really date material. Sure, you're good for a mistress, but what, you think I would marry you?"

Then Adam laughed. The line between love and hate is thin and Lisa crossed it instantly.

"What do you know about mistresses Adam? Christy bought and paid for both Ann and I to be your mistress."

"What do you mean?"

"Christy wanted to distract you, so she paid us to keep you company."

Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing but he saw in her eyes that she was telling the truth, and something snapped inside of him.

"Get the fuck out before I kill you!"

Adam reached out to grab her, but Lisa was too quick, grabbing her clothes and fleeing the hotel room.

Adam now truly descended into a life of debauchery. He went after any woman who crossed his path, leaving a trail of heartache in his wake. He didn't care if they were married, as he caused divorces and destroyed families. He enjoyed getting women to fall in love with him and then dump them or even better cheat on them and then rub their face in it.

Adam also found solace in the bottle. He began drinking hard, and between that and trying to bed every nanny he hired his home life began to unravel. His parents eventually had to intervene, and Adam's children moved in with their grandparents. Eventually he went after the wrong woman and her husband, a minor member of the New York mafia, had him killed.

Tony the bruiser liked to beat people to death. When his boss asked him to take care of Adam, he was pleased. He was told that Adam was some kind of banker and had made a pass at his wife. That information made Tony very angry, so he took Adam down to an empty warehouse and proceeded to pummel him to death.

Adam's last thoughts were of Christy and how she had ruined his life.

The bitch.