The Sofitel Showdown Pt. 02

PART 2.

My solicitor read me the riot act in terms of being reasonable to Jill. I was sitting in her office 4 days post the Sofitel showdown. She knew the entire sad story, although I had sanitised the events of the room. My very firm instructions to her were divorce, clean, quick and clinical.

"Ok I get it" said Sandra, the family law solicitor. Jill has done entirely the wrong thing. I doubt you are blameless, and you are after all, a man" the latter said with a cheeky grin. A little too soon for me to see the funny side. 'What you must do' continued the lawyer, is the decent and responsible things. Firstly, call her and remind her to retain a solicitor. Tell her to have them contact me. Secondly tell her she should come to the house and collect her necessary, for daily life clothing etc. tell her, you will not be there when she does this. Thirdly tell her when she has a solicitor, that we will coordinate access for her to take all of her things.

"Finally, tell her beyond this necessary communication, there will be nothing further from you, and you expect not to hear from her. Show her you are blocking her as a contact again."

"By doing these things, you will be seen as doing the reasonable things, if against all advice this thing finishes up in court."

All very sensible stuff, unemotional, and business like. If only!

Immediately I left Sandra, I picked my phone and after unblocking Jill, I called her. Damn straight to voice mail. No, maybe it's good. I left a message with my solicitors' instructions. Job done. I blocked the contact again. When I arrived at work, I was concerned, she may pretend not to receive the voicemail, so I sent her a businesslike email with the same content.

Four days on and no contact from Jill. Maybe this will be easier than I thought.

Jamie is 12, and just beginning to 'tune in' to girls, relationships and all that jazz. On the night of the Sofitel Showdown Jamie had stayed with a mate. When I picked him up, he was unconcerned his mother wasn't home. As a busy family he was used to us sharing his care. However, by that evening he was wondering where mum was.

Not knowing what Jills communication with him was going to be like, I moved on to the front foot. "Jamie, there is no easy way to say this. Your mother has done something bad, and for now, she will be living elsewhere, probably with her parents. You should be in touch with her as you want to. Call her, or if she calls you, talk to her. I am not going to tell you what she did, that is for her. You and I are going to have to change our lives a bit to accommodate our new reality. Early mornings, and organisation at night. Any questions?"

Jamie looked quizzically at me. "Are you two divorcing? Where am I going to live?"

"Too soon mate," I said. 'But in answer to where you will live, if we are separated, you can choose. For now, though, lets focus on working through our days. You have A marks to achieve, and I have money to earn to put food on the table" which I said with a grin, hoping to lighten the mood.

He didn't return my grin. He slouched off to his room, grumbling something.

Ok we had progress! Jill had been notified of the near-term future for us, as had Jamie. Control the controllables was the mantra.

All this unfolded in late May, which in Australia is very late Autumn. We live in the sub tropics, so winter is no hardship for us with blue sky days and temperatures around 20 degrees C. Not particularly relevant except to say it was mid school year, so we needed to stay focused.

The quiet before the storm.

Two days later, I had just picked Jamie up from his mates and arrived home. I heard a car pull up outside, and then Jill came thundering through the door.

She was back in full combat mode. "I received your messages you piece of trivial dog shit" she began. I replied as evenly as I could, "so why are you here? I thought we laid a simple, civilised way to negotiate the next period of our lives. Have you been in touch with a solicitor? Are you here to collect your things, because if you are, I will disappear and leave you to it. I don't really care what you take in terms of furniture, pictures Knick knacks etc. just make sure to leave enough furniture for Jamie and I to function"

She was nearly frothing at the mouth. "No, I'm here to talk to you, dog shit"

"Not sure there is a lot to say" was my thoughtful rejoinder.

"Oh, fuck you. You drop a giant nuclear bomb on me and Andrew, and our marriage, and you don't think there is a lot to say!" ranted Jill.

"Ok Jill there may, in fact be some things to say, about what you have just said, but it's my contention, saying those things, should be done through solicitors. The point is, you and I talking here and now is going to be ugly, and Jamie is home. The further and equally important point is, it won't resolve a thing, and that's really all I am interested in. Things like divorce, separation of assets, who has custody of our son and so on. The rest is pointless emotion. Have you appointed a solicitor? All of this from me in a monotone.

"No fuck you, we need to have this out and yes, it's going to be emotional. Suck it up princess. As to Jamie, I agree this needs to be civilised if he is to be here."

"Hang on" I said, and walked away to Jamies room.

I knocked gently on Jamies door, and he called to come in. he was busy with a computer game. "Jamie, your mother is here, and we are going to have a discussion, which may lead to some yelling and things being said you probably shouldn't hear. Can you go over to a mate's place for a while?" He simply nodded and gathered up some things. He wandered out to the living room where he gave Jill a quick hug on the way out.

"Well Jill, this is your party," I began. She had calmed her face during Jamies exit. "Well, first of all. What the actual fuck was that at the Sofitel? What kind of weirdo are you? It's one thing to catch me, us I guess out, but what you put us through in the hotel room was some next level shit."

I stood watching her to make sure she had made whatever point she wanted to. I waited a little longer, and as I was about to answer she went on "you deliberately humiliated me, in front of Andrew. You could have sprung us, caused a fuss, and left. But no, you had to make me do things well outside of acceptable behaviour." She took a breath. Again, I gave her space in case she wanted to rant on. This time she looked deflated, and as though she may be done. I waited another minute.

Looking her directly in the eyes I began "thanks for your views on your infidelity, and the way I should have reacted. They mean nothing to me. Can we discuss division of assets, Jamies future living arrangements and divorce, or should we just put a huge full stop here, and leave it to our solicitors?"

"No, you fucking psycho, I don't want to get in to any of that. I want to know where you get off with the sadistic shit you put on Andrew and I"

"Well, dear Jill, this is where I get off as you so eloquently put it. I have nothing to say about the Sofitel show down. You created the drama; I simply played my part. Now please leave so I can get on with my evening. If you haven't appointed a solicitor, please do, so we can move forward. Goodbye". I then grabbed her elbow and moved her towards the front door. "By the way", I said, "I don't want to have to change locks and all those melodramatic things, but if you ever bust in here like that, again I will".

She turned and punched me hard in the guts before I could evict her. It wasn't a bad punch but it bent me over for a few seconds. She raced back in to the lounge and sat down. She said "I am not leaving until we discuss this." I responded "you could be here a while" and with that picked up my car keys and left through the garage and in to my car, and drove quietly off.

A minute later my mobile was ringing over the blue tooth. WTF, I thought I had blocked her number. I didn't even need to look. I hit green and Jill was sobbing down the line. "Please Jack, we need to have a conversation about what happened". I let the silence do my talking. "Jack, this is so unfair, I need to explain, to apologise, so we can both move on". After another long space, I said, "Jill I don't know how it escaped your consciousness, but I have moved on and so has Jamie". Jill responded through sobs, "no, no you can't move on until we talk properly."

At this point I just wanted peace and quiet in my life, but it seemed too difficult for her to comprehend. "Jill, we can sort all this out through our overpriced solicitors. We don't need to talk"

"Jack, I want an hour of your time, that's all. if you give me that I will sign the divorce and move on.

"mmmmmm, is that an unconditional undertaking. One hour no matter where the conversation goes, and how it ends, you will sign?"

"Yes, it's not what I want but if it's what it takes to have a conversation with you, then yes"

"Ok, name your time and place"

"The mega park, at 1 pm Saturday"

"Ok see you then, and bring a pen"

I wandered in to the park as agreed. She meandered up to me from a park bench, looking really excellent. I told her "You look great, singledom is good for you, or is that an 'Andrew glow' I detect?"

She went from a beautiful all face smile to a frown in an instant.

"No, you dork, I worked hard to look good for our meeting"

"Ok, your meeting, what do you want to discuss?"

"So much. an hour won't be enough. But I accept that's my limit, and yes, I brought a pen"

"Let's walk and talk," I said and we set off at a gentle pace in to the magnificent mega park.

I stole a glance at my watch noting we were 4 minutes in to the allotted 60.

"I need to try and express the depth of humiliation you created for Andrew and I in the hotel room. It's not the whole conversation, but I need you to understand you can't treat human beings that way".

I glanced sideways at her, taken aback by her opening salvo, but determined to help the hour expire quickly, I refused to be provoked. I indicated she should go on.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Absolutely nothing. This is your show. Why don't you relieve yourself of all you have to say, and then if appropriate, I will let you know what I think"

That's not the way this is going to work. We need to discuss the issues, if we are going to get past them."

"Jill, we have an agreement here. You have one hour, and not a second more to unburden yourself. I suggest you use it wisely, because I have the documents here, and we WILL be signing them in, oh let's see 54 minutes. If you want to change the rules, I will happily walk away right now."

"God you are a bastard. Andrew was right." I looked at her blankly. She continued, "I also want to apologise. I was sucked in by him. He knew what buttons to push to gain first my interest, and then my need to be chased, pursued and yes, have my ego stroked. At first, I thought he was genuine in his intent to understand the corporate environment. Soon enough though, as you I guess witnessed in the text exchanges, he was working on pussy pursuit. So, there was that moment of awakening, where I should have reverted to professional behaviour, cut off the social contact and moved on. But I was enjoying the flirting, and as time went on, I craved it."

"The tension built, and I deliberately dragged it out, thinking I was in control. Then in the pub one evening, I had one too many Sav Blancs, and he was all over me. When he suggested we have some time alone in his car, I was like a bee to honey. His kiss was a revelation. You and I hadn't kissed like that for I don't know how long. I was lost. Next thing I knew he had his hand in my blouse, and then in my bra, and before long he had it undone and he was sucking my nipples. You probably don't remember, but when my nipples are sucked, just so, well it's off to the races. I didn't fight very hard when his hand inched up my leg. He was quickly at my panties and started rubbing a finger up and down my slit. I nearly came right then. He soon pulled my panties down and full on assaulted my pussy with his fingers. He was good, and with one in me, and the other circling my clit, I had a shuddering ridiculously great orgasm. Of course, 3 minutes later I came down from the euphoria, and started to think about what I had done."

I told him "Enough!" He of course was very frustrated, because he was hard, and he dragged my hand to his cock. He was very hard, but as I said I was off the high, and my brain was functioning again, so I re dressed and left him in the car. No doubt he was cranky, but I was deep in 'what have I done' mode, and in no mood to worry about him."

"I drove home which I shouldn't have and went straight to the shower, if you remember. Ashamed embarrassed, mortified, I scrubbed myself nearly raw, trying to wash away my despicable deeds."

"You didn't seem to notice my guilt, and in fact you didn't seem to notice me. I know the fault and blame lays squarely with me, but your lack of concern and awareness made me think, fuck you! In my worst moment, I thought about making you lick my used pussy, and finger me gently, because I knew you wouldn't 'Andrew me' with a tough finger blasting. Thankfully that idea past".

"You more or less know the rest, although Andrew stepped up the seduction, if that's what it was. He would take me to lunch and sit me close, and then put my hand on his cock, which of course grew with attention. All the while he was whispering in my ear, about how long and thick it is. At first, I resisted and smacked his hand away, but ultimately, I was too aroused to stop myself. One day he even pulled his fly down and stuck my hand inside. I was beside myself, with the prospect of being caught completely run over by my pussy oozing moisture as my arousal built. I know I was moist because he had his hand up my skirt, and his finger inside my panties and in my pussy. He then showed me his fingers which were beyond damp, and he made me smell them. Oh god, how depraved was I, but I jerked his cock as discreetly as I could manage in a restaurant. It was an impressive piece of cock, I have to admit. I couldn't get him off of course, it would have required way more power and moisture than I could create given the circumstances. It did however, arouse me to the point where I was wandering around with damp panties most of the time."

"I know what I should have done. Brought my needs home to you, but I was pissed with you for so many things including your lack of interest in me."

"He on the other hand was super interested. When he dreamt up the idea about the Sofitel, and how I could trick you in to allowing me the night away, I was reluctant, but not reluctant enough."

"As you read in the texts, I didn't push back very hard, and withing 3 or 4 texts I had agreed. Then it was a simple matter of telling you a reasonable story, which I thought I had."

"And then there was the hotel fiasco. I was pretty pumped up about what we had planned for the night, and had one or two, too may Sav Blancs. Anyway, when we arrived at reception Andrew was nowhere to be seen. I was actually distraught thinking he had stood me up. He turned up not long afterwards, and we went up to the room. Once we made it through the door, it was no holds barred, and he quickly stripped me down to my bra and knickers and threw me on the bed. I was equally wound up and had his cock out quickly. I must say, and I know you won't believe me; it was a little disappointing. I thought from my previous feeling up that he was a monster, but realistically he is not much bigger than you. What followed was predictable, the urgent licking sucking and ultimate thrusting. Nothing all that mind altering, until, the knock on the door. At the moment of the knocking, I was riding him cow girl, and we looked at each other quizzically. The house keeping call we assumed to be a wrong room call, and sat and ignored it hoping it would go away, and we could resume fucking. Of course, it didn't go away, and became louder. I reluctantly jumped off Andrews raging hard on and whispered to him to get rid of the pesky door knocker. He scrambled around looking for a robe and eventually opened the door. You know the rest."

"By the way, how did you know what room we were in? it's been bugging Andrew, and he keeps bugging me about it".

She took a long breathe and looked at me.

"41 minutes gone Jill. Anything else you would like to add in your spare 19 minutes?" I asked.

"Really, nothing? You are not prepared to engage on any of this mess? I have bared my soul to you and you are counting the minutes. Did our marriage mean so little to you?" asked Jill.

"There goes another minute, Jill. I guess I will share this with you. In your entire monologue, you have not once expressed regret or sorrow over your actions. I guess that surprises me somewhat."

"Yes, Jack it's true. Now I'm not sure if I am sorry. In fact, I haven't been sure from the moment you walked in the hotel room. Of course, I'm sorry you caught me, and well done by the way, I hope you will tell me how you did it one day. But am I sorry I did it, now there is a question? I know instinctively I should be. But the thrill, the chase, the being reeled in one liaison after another, the feeling of being alive, like a teenager, wow, and I guess knowing, but not admitting to myself I was a much more willing participant than I should have been. No, I don't think I am sorry on reflection, and I hope this honesty doesn't cause you to blow up my world, and to a lesser extent Andrews, with dissemination of emails and pictures."

"I didn't think our little meeting would go this way, but since you don't seem in any way interested in discussing how you are dealing with all this, I may as well just cleanse my soul, so I can move on."

"You know I love you, and I hoped, hope still, I guess, we can stay together. Knowing that's not likely, I will say this to you. You should try it. Cheating I mean. The secret thrill is unbelievable. But then you can't can you, because we are divorcing, and even if we weren't you would not be able to trick me. Sorry, I have screwed you in so many ways!"

"Well Jill that's 56 minutes. I would like to say, it's been nice, and it was for a long time, now, not so much. Thanks for giving us, Jamie. Let's be civil to one another when we have to come together for his sake. Otherwise, have a nice life. Over and out. Oh, sorry that takes us to 58 minutes, any closing statements? or can we, for the love of God, sign this thing?"

I dragged the papers out of my pocket. She looked at me with what? satisfaction, yes, I think that was it, took the papers and signed them.

Without another word I gathered them and walked off.

PART 2.

My solicitor read me the riot act in terms of being reasonable to Jill. I was sitting in her office 4 days post the Sofitel showdown. She knew the entire sad story, although I had sanitised the events of the room. My very firm instructions to her were divorce, clean, quick and clinical.

"Ok I get it" said Sandra, the family law solicitor. Jill has done entirely the wrong thing. I doubt you are blameless, and you are after all, a man" the latter said with a cheeky grin. A little too soon for me to see the funny side. 'What you must do' continued the lawyer, is the decent and responsible things. Firstly, call her and remind her to retain a solicitor. Tell her to have them contact me. Secondly tell her she should come to the house and collect her necessary, for daily life clothing etc. tell her, you will not be there when she does this. Thirdly tell her when she has a solicitor, that we will coordinate access for her to take all of her things.

"Finally, tell her beyond this necessary communication, there will be nothing further from you, and you expect not to hear from her. Show her you are blocking her as a contact again."

"By doing these things, you will be seen as doing the reasonable things, if against all advice this thing finishes up in court."

All very sensible stuff, unemotional, and business like. If only!

Immediately I left Sandra, I picked my phone and after unblocking Jill, I called her. Damn straight to voice mail. No, maybe it's good. I left a message with my solicitors' instructions. Job done. I blocked the contact again. When I arrived at work, I was concerned, she may pretend not to receive the voicemail, so I sent her a businesslike email with the same content.

Four days on and no contact from Jill. Maybe this will be easier than I thought.

Jamie is 12, and just beginning to 'tune in' to girls, relationships and all that jazz. On the night of the Sofitel Showdown Jamie had stayed with a mate. When I picked him up, he was unconcerned his mother wasn't home. As a busy family he was used to us sharing his care. However, by that evening he was wondering where mum was.

Not knowing what Jills communication with him was going to be like, I moved on to the front foot. "Jamie, there is no easy way to say this. Your mother has done something bad, and for now, she will be living elsewhere, probably with her parents. You should be in touch with her as you want to. Call her, or if she calls you, talk to her. I am not going to tell you what she did, that is for her. You and I are going to have to change our lives a bit to accommodate our new reality. Early mornings, and organisation at night. Any questions?"

Jamie looked quizzically at me. "Are you two divorcing? Where am I going to live?"

"Too soon mate," I said. 'But in answer to where you will live, if we are separated, you can choose. For now, though, lets focus on working through our days. You have A marks to achieve, and I have money to earn to put food on the table" which I said with a grin, hoping to lighten the mood.

He didn't return my grin. He slouched off to his room, grumbling something.

Ok we had progress! Jill had been notified of the near-term future for us, as had Jamie. Control the controllables was the mantra.

All this unfolded in late May, which in Australia is very late Autumn. We live in the sub tropics, so winter is no hardship for us with blue sky days and temperatures around 20 degrees C. Not particularly relevant except to say it was mid school year, so we needed to stay focused.

The quiet before the storm.

Two days later, I had just picked Jamie up from his mates and arrived home. I heard a car pull up outside, and then Jill came thundering through the door.

She was back in full combat mode. "I received your messages you piece of trivial dog shit" she began. I replied as evenly as I could, "so why are you here? I thought we laid a simple, civilised way to negotiate the next period of our lives. Have you been in touch with a solicitor? Are you here to collect your things, because if you are, I will disappear and leave you to it. I don't really care what you take in terms of furniture, pictures Knick knacks etc. just make sure to leave enough furniture for Jamie and I to function"

She was nearly frothing at the mouth. "No, I'm here to talk to you, dog shit"

"Not sure there is a lot to say" was my thoughtful rejoinder.

"Oh, fuck you. You drop a giant nuclear bomb on me and Andrew, and our marriage, and you don't think there is a lot to say!" ranted Jill.

"Ok Jill there may, in fact be some things to say, about what you have just said, but it's my contention, saying those things, should be done through solicitors. The point is, you and I talking here and now is going to be ugly, and Jamie is home. The further and equally important point is, it won't resolve a thing, and that's really all I am interested in. Things like divorce, separation of assets, who has custody of our son and so on. The rest is pointless emotion. Have you appointed a solicitor? All of this from me in a monotone.

"No fuck you, we need to have this out and yes, it's going to be emotional. Suck it up princess. As to Jamie, I agree this needs to be civilised if he is to be here."

"Hang on" I said, and walked away to Jamies room.

I knocked gently on Jamies door, and he called to come in. he was busy with a computer game. "Jamie, your mother is here, and we are going to have a discussion, which may lead to some yelling and things being said you probably shouldn't hear. Can you go over to a mate's place for a while?" He simply nodded and gathered up some things. He wandered out to the living room where he gave Jill a quick hug on the way out.

"Well Jill, this is your party," I began. She had calmed her face during Jamies exit. "Well, first of all. What the actual fuck was that at the Sofitel? What kind of weirdo are you? It's one thing to catch me, us I guess out, but what you put us through in the hotel room was some next level shit."

I stood watching her to make sure she had made whatever point she wanted to. I waited a little longer, and as I was about to answer she went on "you deliberately humiliated me, in front of Andrew. You could have sprung us, caused a fuss, and left. But no, you had to make me do things well outside of acceptable behaviour." She took a breath. Again, I gave her space in case she wanted to rant on. This time she looked deflated, and as though she may be done. I waited another minute.

Looking her directly in the eyes I began "thanks for your views on your infidelity, and the way I should have reacted. They mean nothing to me. Can we discuss division of assets, Jamies future living arrangements and divorce, or should we just put a huge full stop here, and leave it to our solicitors?"

"No, you fucking psycho, I don't want to get in to any of that. I want to know where you get off with the sadistic shit you put on Andrew and I"

"Well, dear Jill, this is where I get off as you so eloquently put it. I have nothing to say about the Sofitel show down. You created the drama; I simply played my part. Now please leave so I can get on with my evening. If you haven't appointed a solicitor, please do, so we can move forward. Goodbye". I then grabbed her elbow and moved her towards the front door. "By the way", I said, "I don't want to have to change locks and all those melodramatic things, but if you ever bust in here like that, again I will".

She turned and punched me hard in the guts before I could evict her. It wasn't a bad punch but it bent me over for a few seconds. She raced back in to the lounge and sat down. She said "I am not leaving until we discuss this." I responded "you could be here a while" and with that picked up my car keys and left through the garage and in to my car, and drove quietly off.

A minute later my mobile was ringing over the blue tooth. WTF, I thought I had blocked her number. I didn't even need to look. I hit green and Jill was sobbing down the line. "Please Jack, we need to have a conversation about what happened". I let the silence do my talking. "Jack, this is so unfair, I need to explain, to apologise, so we can both move on". After another long space, I said, "Jill I don't know how it escaped your consciousness, but I have moved on and so has Jamie". Jill responded through sobs, "no, no you can't move on until we talk properly."

At this point I just wanted peace and quiet in my life, but it seemed too difficult for her to comprehend. "Jill, we can sort all this out through our overpriced solicitors. We don't need to talk"

"Jack, I want an hour of your time, that's all. if you give me that I will sign the divorce and move on.

"mmmmmm, is that an unconditional undertaking. One hour no matter where the conversation goes, and how it ends, you will sign?"

"Yes, it's not what I want but if it's what it takes to have a conversation with you, then yes"

"Ok, name your time and place"

"The mega park, at 1 pm Saturday"

"Ok see you then, and bring a pen"

I wandered in to the park as agreed. She meandered up to me from a park bench, looking really excellent. I told her "You look great, singledom is good for you, or is that an 'Andrew glow' I detect?"

She went from a beautiful all face smile to a frown in an instant.

"No, you dork, I worked hard to look good for our meeting"

"Ok, your meeting, what do you want to discuss?"

"So much. an hour won't be enough. But I accept that's my limit, and yes, I brought a pen"

"Let's walk and talk," I said and we set off at a gentle pace in to the magnificent mega park.

I stole a glance at my watch noting we were 4 minutes in to the allotted 60.

"I need to try and express the depth of humiliation you created for Andrew and I in the hotel room. It's not the whole conversation, but I need you to understand you can't treat human beings that way".

I glanced sideways at her, taken aback by her opening salvo, but determined to help the hour expire quickly, I refused to be provoked. I indicated she should go on.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Absolutely nothing. This is your show. Why don't you relieve yourself of all you have to say, and then if appropriate, I will let you know what I think"

That's not the way this is going to work. We need to discuss the issues, if we are going to get past them."

"Jill, we have an agreement here. You have one hour, and not a second more to unburden yourself. I suggest you use it wisely, because I have the documents here, and we WILL be signing them in, oh let's see 54 minutes. If you want to change the rules, I will happily walk away right now."

"God you are a bastard. Andrew was right." I looked at her blankly. She continued, "I also want to apologise. I was sucked in by him. He knew what buttons to push to gain first my interest, and then my need to be chased, pursued and yes, have my ego stroked. At first, I thought he was genuine in his intent to understand the corporate environment. Soon enough though, as you I guess witnessed in the text exchanges, he was working on pussy pursuit. So, there was that moment of awakening, where I should have reverted to professional behaviour, cut off the social contact and moved on. But I was enjoying the flirting, and as time went on, I craved it."

"The tension built, and I deliberately dragged it out, thinking I was in control. Then in the pub one evening, I had one too many Sav Blancs, and he was all over me. When he suggested we have some time alone in his car, I was like a bee to honey. His kiss was a revelation. You and I hadn't kissed like that for I don't know how long. I was lost. Next thing I knew he had his hand in my blouse, and then in my bra, and before long he had it undone and he was sucking my nipples. You probably don't remember, but when my nipples are sucked, just so, well it's off to the races. I didn't fight very hard when his hand inched up my leg. He was quickly at my panties and started rubbing a finger up and down my slit. I nearly came right then. He soon pulled my panties down and full on assaulted my pussy with his fingers. He was good, and with one in me, and the other circling my clit, I had a shuddering ridiculously great orgasm. Of course, 3 minutes later I came down from the euphoria, and started to think about what I had done."

I told him "Enough!" He of course was very frustrated, because he was hard, and he dragged my hand to his cock. He was very hard, but as I said I was off the high, and my brain was functioning again, so I re dressed and left him in the car. No doubt he was cranky, but I was deep in 'what have I done' mode, and in no mood to worry about him."

"I drove home which I shouldn't have and went straight to the shower, if you remember. Ashamed embarrassed, mortified, I scrubbed myself nearly raw, trying to wash away my despicable deeds."

"You didn't seem to notice my guilt, and in fact you didn't seem to notice me. I know the fault and blame lays squarely with me, but your lack of concern and awareness made me think, fuck you! In my worst moment, I thought about making you lick my used pussy, and finger me gently, because I knew you wouldn't 'Andrew me' with a tough finger blasting. Thankfully that idea past".

"You more or less know the rest, although Andrew stepped up the seduction, if that's what it was. He would take me to lunch and sit me close, and then put my hand on his cock, which of course grew with attention. All the while he was whispering in my ear, about how long and thick it is. At first, I resisted and smacked his hand away, but ultimately, I was too aroused to stop myself. One day he even pulled his fly down and stuck my hand inside. I was beside myself, with the prospect of being caught completely run over by my pussy oozing moisture as my arousal built. I know I was moist because he had his hand up my skirt, and his finger inside my panties and in my pussy. He then showed me his fingers which were beyond damp, and he made me smell them. Oh god, how depraved was I, but I jerked his cock as discreetly as I could manage in a restaurant. It was an impressive piece of cock, I have to admit. I couldn't get him off of course, it would have required way more power and moisture than I could create given the circumstances. It did however, arouse me to the point where I was wandering around with damp panties most of the time."

"I know what I should have done. Brought my needs home to you, but I was pissed with you for so many things including your lack of interest in me."

"He on the other hand was super interested. When he dreamt up the idea about the Sofitel, and how I could trick you in to allowing me the night away, I was reluctant, but not reluctant enough."

"As you read in the texts, I didn't push back very hard, and withing 3 or 4 texts I had agreed. Then it was a simple matter of telling you a reasonable story, which I thought I had."

"And then there was the hotel fiasco. I was pretty pumped up about what we had planned for the night, and had one or two, too may Sav Blancs. Anyway, when we arrived at reception Andrew was nowhere to be seen. I was actually distraught thinking he had stood me up. He turned up not long afterwards, and we went up to the room. Once we made it through the door, it was no holds barred, and he quickly stripped me down to my bra and knickers and threw me on the bed. I was equally wound up and had his cock out quickly. I must say, and I know you won't believe me; it was a little disappointing. I thought from my previous feeling up that he was a monster, but realistically he is not much bigger than you. What followed was predictable, the urgent licking sucking and ultimate thrusting. Nothing all that mind altering, until, the knock on the door. At the moment of the knocking, I was riding him cow girl, and we looked at each other quizzically. The house keeping call we assumed to be a wrong room call, and sat and ignored it hoping it would go away, and we could resume fucking. Of course, it didn't go away, and became louder. I reluctantly jumped off Andrews raging hard on and whispered to him to get rid of the pesky door knocker. He scrambled around looking for a robe and eventually opened the door. You know the rest."

"By the way, how did you know what room we were in? it's been bugging Andrew, and he keeps bugging me about it".

She took a long breathe and looked at me.

"41 minutes gone Jill. Anything else you would like to add in your spare 19 minutes?" I asked.

"Really, nothing? You are not prepared to engage on any of this mess? I have bared my soul to you and you are counting the minutes. Did our marriage mean so little to you?" asked Jill.

"There goes another minute, Jill. I guess I will share this with you. In your entire monologue, you have not once expressed regret or sorrow over your actions. I guess that surprises me somewhat."

"Yes, Jack it's true. Now I'm not sure if I am sorry. In fact, I haven't been sure from the moment you walked in the hotel room. Of course, I'm sorry you caught me, and well done by the way, I hope you will tell me how you did it one day. But am I sorry I did it, now there is a question? I know instinctively I should be. But the thrill, the chase, the being reeled in one liaison after another, the feeling of being alive, like a teenager, wow, and I guess knowing, but not admitting to myself I was a much more willing participant than I should have been. No, I don't think I am sorry on reflection, and I hope this honesty doesn't cause you to blow up my world, and to a lesser extent Andrews, with dissemination of emails and pictures."

"I didn't think our little meeting would go this way, but since you don't seem in any way interested in discussing how you are dealing with all this, I may as well just cleanse my soul, so I can move on."

"You know I love you, and I hoped, hope still, I guess, we can stay together. Knowing that's not likely, I will say this to you. You should try it. Cheating I mean. The secret thrill is unbelievable. But then you can't can you, because we are divorcing, and even if we weren't you would not be able to trick me. Sorry, I have screwed you in so many ways!"

"Well Jill that's 56 minutes. I would like to say, it's been nice, and it was for a long time, now, not so much. Thanks for giving us, Jamie. Let's be civil to one another when we have to come together for his sake. Otherwise, have a nice life. Over and out. Oh, sorry that takes us to 58 minutes, any closing statements? or can we, for the love of God, sign this thing?"

I dragged the papers out of my pocket. She looked at me with what? satisfaction, yes, I think that was it, took the papers and signed them.

Without another word I gathered them and walked off.