After I deposited the check into our bank account, I felt a sigh of relief. Even though I now had zero income, at least we had $92,000 in the bank, after we had paid the taxes and early withdrawal penalties on the CDs. Adrian had saved me a few thousand in penalties on my 401k withdrawal, by checking the hardship box, but I felt zero gratitude towards him. Thankfully, Sara and I weren't going to be homeless and hopefully I could find another job quickly.
I went home and took a shower, as I had been sweating with rage during my meeting with Adrian. I couldn't believe how much he had turned my life upside down. I was so mad at him for sending that photo to Melody, and then telling Sara that I quit my job, because they found out I was fucking my assistant.
I was powerless to fight back, and vowed to stay out of his way as much as possible. Sara had been gone for two hours now, and I tortured myself, visualizing her kneeling before Adrian in her schoolgirl costume. That was supposed to be my treat tonight. Instead, Adrian was enjoying my wife in the Honeymoon Suite, with her new lingerie and her highly accessorized schoolgirl uniform. I ate dinner alone and settled in to watch some television.
Around 10pm, I went to brush my teeth, and on the spur of the moment looked inside the drawer in the bathroom. Sara's beloved magic egg and the Apple Watch were both gone, and I knew she was in for a very pleasurable hotel stay. I felt sick to my stomach and powerless to react.
Sara was going to punish me for fucking Melody, and it didn't even happen. She would be back in the morning, bright and cheerful, eager to share the details of her night in the Honeymoon Suite. This new arrangement was killing me, and I moved closer to accepting Adrian's deal.
I was sleeping when Sara finally got home. I heard Adrian's limo come up my gravel driveway. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 5am. I looked out of my bedroom window and watched as Sara stumbled out of his limousine. She was quite drunk and Adrian helped her to the front door. By the time I threw some shorts on and got to the front door, his limo was gone.
Sara had changed out of her tight silk dress and matching garter-belt. She looked like a completely different woman, than the sexy blonde who had leaned across Adrian's desk a few hours earlier, and negotiated the early release of our check. Her hair was still damp, and she was wearing grey sweats and sneakers.
I asked her if she wanted some coffee, but she giggled and said she was going to have another glass of wine. She was already quite drunk, but I didn't press the issue. I poured her a glass of Chardonnay, and brewed a pot of coffee. We sat together at the breakfast table and talked for a while.
I use the word "talked" loosely. I peppered her with questions and she responded incoherently, slurring her words and giggling like she was high. Her eyes were glazed over, and I knew he had "plied her with drugs again", in her words. That slut had probably sucked his cock for a hit of ecstasy, I thought angrily.
I needed to get my emotions in check, as I could feel rage and jealousy surging through me. I took a couple of deep breaths, and remembered that I loved this woman very much. I also had to remind myself that we were in an open marriage, by mutual agreement.
I continued with the questions, knowing that in her compromised state, she would be more likely to tell the truth.
"Did you have fun at the hotel?" I asked, unable to conceal my jealousy.
"Adrian told me it is unladylike to talk about our honeymoon," she said with a smile. "But he did want me to thank you for providing us the hotel room. I imagine that Honeymoon Suite has seen a lot of depravity over the years, so, without getting into the details, let's just say we held our own."
"Providing him with the hotel room?" I asked incredulously. "Did he end up leaving the tab on our credit card?"
Sara shrugged her shoulders, as if to let me know she didn't give a fuck who financed her lifestyle.
"Figure it out with Adrian," she said in a bitchy tone.
