Betrayal and reckoning

With Dominic gone, a quiet stillness settled over the house, a sharp contrast to the memorable night that had just unfolded. I made my way back upstairs to the bedroom, where the lingering presence of him still remained. I stripped the bed, tossing the used bedding into the washing machine, and then replaced it with fresh, clean linens, from the laundry I had taken care of a day earlier.

I took a hot shower, allowing the water to wash away the last traces of the night before. Feeling refreshed, I slipped into comfortable cotton loungewear. It was still early, so there was no need to rush my preparations for the weekend.

My task was to finalize my packing for the trip with Randy. I pulled out my toiletry bag, meticulously organizing my contact solution, spare contacts, toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, hairbrush, shampoo, and conditioner. After that, I selected two casual outfits for daytime wear—one for Saturday and another for Sunday. Finally, I carefully chose the dressier outfits for Friday and Saturday evenings, placing them neatly in my suitcase.

With my bag packed, I carried it downstairs. I quickly checked on the laundry, transferring the bedding from the washer to the dryer. I made myself a light snack to satisfy my hunger as I hadn’t had breakfast. After eating, I changed out of my loungewear and into a pair of comfortable shorts and a nice low-cut top. Just as I finished getting dressed, my phone vibrated. I looked to see who it was and it was from Dom.

Dom: I had an amazing time with you last night, Deppgrl.

A soft smile touched my lips as I quickly typed my response.

Me: I did as well, Dom. We should do it again.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed again with another text message; this time from Randy.

Randy: Hey, I'm going to be at your place around 1:15 PM.

Me: Ok.

I set my phone down, a mix of anticipation and a familiar sense of dread swirling within me. The weekend with Randy was about to begin.

Randy arrived around 1:15 PM, his usual confident smile in place. After a brief greeting, we loaded my bag and my purse into his car and set off for the cabin. The drive was filled with easy conversation, though an underlying tension hummed between us. As soon as we pulled up to the secluded cabin, nestled among tall trees, we unloaded his car and headed inside. As we toured the cabin, we noticed two bedrooms; I took the smaller one. Once I dropped my stuff off in the room and hung up my nicer outfits, I headed downstairs.

Randy wasted no time when I met him in the living room. He pulled me into a close embrace, his lips finding mine in a lingering kiss. I immediately pulled away, purposely putting space between us.

“What in the actual fuck, Randy?” I asked. “Starting off the bat by kissing me is not the way to start the weekend.”

“When we’ve gone away before, it was never an issue,” he said.

“That was because we were dating then,” I said. “You explicitly told me that you were trying to win me over. A physical relationship is important, but not when you’re trying to win a woman over… not a great way to start.”

I left the cabin and took a walk by the pond nearby. On the far side, I found a bench that was partly hidden under the trees. Thankfully to be partially hidden by the shade, I laid down to think about why I decided to join Randy. I still loved him and cared for him but I don’t trust him. If I can’t trust him to be around another woman and not flirt, why be here with him for the weekend? I would be questioning him nonstop and would eventually break up with him due to the lack of trust.

Dom on the other hand? I always knew and recognized that he is a very attractive man. He’s also a very solid person and friend… since last night, I wondered what a relationship would be like with him. I knew that he is an amazing person and our connection wouldn't be boring.

Soon after, I dozed off. I’m not sure how long I was asleep but Randy gently woke me up. I blinked a few times. Randy helped me off of the bench and we headed back to the cabin. On our travels back to the cabin, Randy apologized for being so forward and agreed that he needs to tone it down. I thanked him and I knew then that he wouldn’t be winning me over the weekend… not knocking Randy but he wasn’t a good fit for me… plus I still didn’t care much for Emma and Max even though the three of us have gotten to know each other better.

“What are we up to when we get back to the cabin?” I asked.

“A couples’ massage,” he said. “I booked the best of the best in the area.”

We arrived at the cabin a few minutes later. The room was dimly lit, bathed in an amber glow from flickering candles lining the shelves. The air was warm, heady with the scent of sandalwood and jasmine. Soft instrumental music drifted lazily through the space—just enough to blur the edges of thought. Two massage tables waited, side by side, covered in soft white sheets. A long, slow exhale seemed to hang between them.

We prepared for the massage in silence, aware of each other's presence. I stripped down to just my panties and Randy into his boxers. I slid beneath the sheet, the cool cotton brushing my thighs, my bare back exposed to the air. He did the same beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body, but not quite touching.

Two masseuses entered, speaking only in murmurs, letting their hands say the rest.

Warm oil dripped onto my back—a rivulet sliding down the curve of my spine before strong, practiced hands smoothed it in with deliberate slowness. Fingers spread, glided, kneaded. Palms pressed and dragged up the length of my back, rolling heat into every muscle. My body responded, melting, sighing, surrendering to the rhythm of relaxation.

I heard the soft groan from the table beside me as his own massage began. I dared a glance, saw the slow tension unraveling from his jaw, his lashes low. There’s something deeply comfortable in watching him simply relax. And he’s watching me too, now—watching my mouth part as hands rolled down to the small of my back, pushing, pressing, gently soothing.

The distance between our tables felt almost too close, fostering a sense of shared tranquility.

At some point, my masseuse slid to one side, lifting my arm, letting it fall across the edge of the table… until my fingertips dangled down and brushed his. A spark. Contact. Our hands found each other beneath the veil of sheets. Just that—until he laces his fingers through mine and holds tight.

The massages went on, drawing sighs, stirring a deep sense of calm in our cores. Our breathing synced. My skin tingled lightly beneath the sheet.

And when the massage ended and we’re left alone in the hush of the candlelit room, our eyes locked—and we both knew we wanted to simply relax and enjoy each other's company. We gently climbed off the massage tables and found our way to each other’s side. The massage had just ended, our skin still warm and soft from the oils absorbed during every slow, lingering stroke. We put our clothes back on before sitting on the couch.

Randy settled back on the couch, eyes dark with something tender as I eased down beside him. His arm around my waist was steady and gentle as he pulled me closer. The closeness was slow and deep, every moment bringing a sweet sensation of comfort. His fingers found my arm, creating a soothing sensation that made me breathe evenly.

I leaned against him, simply enjoying the quiet moment.

“This is nice,” I whispered, my voice soft and content.

His arm around my waist was steady and gentle as we simply sat there, enjoying the shared peace. The gentle strokes of his fingers sent warmth straight through me, every touch comforting.

“It really is,” he murmured, his voice low and soft. “Just what we needed.”

My breath was steady, a sense of calm settling over me.

I leaned my head on his shoulder, a quiet sigh escaping me as my body relaxed against his. He held me close—warm, slow, and completely present.

I shifted slightly, adjusting my position to be more comfortable beside him. He pulled me closer, this time simply for comfort.

“You’re my everything,” he whispered.

He held me closer, each movement gentle and reassuring until a wave of peaceful contentment washed over me, gentle and lingering. I fell asleep in his arms….I don’t know if it was from the calming massage, the night before with Dom or a combination of both.

We both woke sometime later. I excused myself upstairs to the bathroom so I could take my contacts out. I put them in the case with solution then used allergy relief drops in my eyes and threw my glasses on before heading downstairs. Randy did a double take as he didn’t realize that I wear contacts 99% of the time.

“Hey, babe,” he said. “Didn’t know that you wore contacts and glasses.”

“Yeah, I am near sighted,” I said. “I am surprised you haven’t noticed….there have been many times that I have squinted at the tv because I wasn’t using any corrective eyewear.”

“I honestly hadn’t noticed,” he said.

“What are the plans for the rest of the day?” I asked, changing the topic.

“We are going to this kind of fancy French restaurant for dinner, check out the area where the restaurant is, come back here, have some wine….”

Later that evening, we dressed for dinner. Randy wore a well-fitted linen suit, and I chose a formfitting, elegant little black dress that heavily accentuated my figure. Randy had arranged for a car to drive us to and from the restaurant. Upon our arrival, the driver courteously opened my door, helping me out of the car before Randy could get around to my side. Randy then offered his hand, but I politely declined, stepping ahead.

The restaurant, "Le Fleur Sauvage," was nestled on a charming cobblestone street, its exterior a classic Parisian-inspired facade with ornate ironwork balconies and soft, glowing lanterns. Inside, the ambiance was sophisticated yet inviting. Dim lighting cast a warm glow over crisp white tablecloths and polished dark wood tables with elegant chairs. Soft jazz music played at a low volume, creating an intimate atmosphere. The air carried a delicate scent of fresh flowers and subtle spices from the kitchen.

We were promptly shown to our table, a secluded spot by a large window overlooking the quiet street. After settling in, we ordered our appetizers, two bottles of Sauvignon Blanc, and our main entrees all at once. For appetizers, we chose a rich mushroom pâté with toasted baguette slices and a delicate goat cheese tart with caramelized onions. I made sure to emphasize that I had a seafood allergy when ordering our main entrees so there wouldn’t be any cross contamination. For our main courses, I selected the Coq au Vin, a classic French dish of chicken braised with wine, mushrooms, and bacon, and Randy opted for the beef tenderloin with a red wine jus.

As we ate our appetizers, Randy began to talk about his children. He spoke at length about their recent school achievements, their sports activities, and funny anecdotes from their day-to-day lives. I listened, offering minimal questions, finding it difficult to genuinely engage, as I had always struggled to connect with his kids.

Once our main courses arrived, the conversation shifted. I began to talk about my work. “Things have been incredibly busy at the office lately,” I explained, taking a bite of my food. “I’ve been swamped managing portfolios and made investments on the behalf of my clients. I handle a significant number of clients and their stock investments. The market has been quite volatile, which means I’m constantly strategizing to keep my clients’ assets strong.”

Randy's gaze, and the gazes of other men in the restaurant were fixed on my large tits, which were practically spilling out of my dress anytime I moved; even a little bit.

“That dress looks incredible on you, Deppgrl,” Randy commented, his eyes warm.

“Thank you, Randy,” I replied, taking a sip of my wine. “It’s one of my favorites.”

I can see why,” he said, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You look stunning.”

“This restaurant is beautiful,” I changed the topic.

“I’m glad you like it,” Randy said. “I tried to pick somewhere special for us.”

“You certainly succeeded,” I confirmed, enjoying the moment.

Even though I have a different degree from higher education, Randy showed a keen interest in my career. “It’s fascinating, all this talk about portfolios and investments,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “Why did you get into that, Deppgrl? I thought you studied something completely different.”

“It’s health-related,” I replied, keeping my answer brief. “And I did.”

He pressed further, a curious glint in his eyes.

I met his gaze with a look that clearly communicated, "Drop it." He immediately picked up on the signal and changed the subject.

After our main courses, we each ordered dessert, paired with a French wine that complimented our desserts. I chose a delicate Crème brûlée, its rich custard topped with a perfectly caramelized sugar crust, accompanied by a glass of Sauternes. Randy opted for a classic Tarte Tatin, served with a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream, and a glass of late-harvest Riesling. As we enjoyed our desserts, our conversation flowed easily. At one point, Randy rested his hand on my thigh. I met his eyes with a firm look, and he immediately removed his hand.

When we had finished our desserts, we lingered a bit longer, finishing the remaining wine from dinner. Randy then paid the bill, and we headed outside to the waiting car for the short drive back to the cabin. The ride back was quiet, filled with unspoken thoughts.

Upon arriving at the cabin, I kicked off my shoes, got a drink of water, and then headed upstairs to change into an oversized shirt. After taking out my contacts, I headed back downstairs with the glass I had used for water. Randy looked at me from the couch he was sitting on and immediately threw a pillow on his lap.

“I see you have a problem that I can fix,” I stated, my voice even.

He quickly got rid of the pillow. I walked over to him.

I stroked his dick until he climaxed and came. I then went to wash my hands, refilled the glass with water, and headed upstairs, calling out, “Goodnight.” Randy called out, barely loud enough for me to hear, "Good night, Deppgrl. Thank you."

I went into the room that I chose, locked the door, and fell asleep not long after going to bed. I woke up the next morning around 8 am. I showered, brushed my teeth, dressed in the nice but casual clothes I packed—shorts and a formfitting and very low-cut shirt. I put my contacts in, did my hair and makeup, then headed downstairs.

I started brewing coffee with the Señor Coffee machine, and made bacon, eggs, and toast for myself. Due to my slightly older age (early 40s), I could no longer drink coffee on an empty stomach, so I had to, unfortunately, wait until I had eaten half of my breakfast. I had four mugs of coffee.

By the time I had cleaned up after myself and finished the 6-cup pot of coffee, I heard Randy stir, yawn, then start the shower. Fifteen minutes later, Randy joined me on the deck that faced the pond. He came up behind me.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, his voice a normal speaking tone.

I turned around. “Good morning, Randy. I’m packed, and I’ve ordered a car to take me home.”

Randy’s brow furrowed. “What happened?”

“Sarah happened,” I stated. “From when I met her, and then the call she made to me with pictures and video clips. In the video clips, I could hear and see you say that you were still in love with her and that you regret divorcing her, as well as you trying to kiss her.”

Randy’s face paled slightly. He tried to deny it, but I cut him off. “Don’t bother, Randy. I had them authenticated.”

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a notification from a driver that they were five minutes away. I gathered my belongings and went downstairs. I threw my bag into the back seat of the waiting car but got into the front seat next to the driver. As the driver began heading down the very long driveway, a tear slid down my face.

“You better keep your other reservations for the rest of the weekend, Randy,” I told him as I reached the bottom of the stairs. “You can go with Sarah. In fact, I invited her to spend the rest of the weekend with you. She happily accepted and admitted that she was still in love with you.”

He tried to beg me to stay, but I simply looked at him, my expression unwavering. “Let me go, Randy,” I said. “This is mostly you and your deception, and partly your nosy, disrespectful kids.”

I picked up my phone as I headed to the driver.

Me: Hey Kay, you no longer have to protect me from Randy – besides, I do NOT need protection from him or any other man. Sarah, his ex-wife told me the truth and assumed that you had already told me. We were both embarrassed by the fact that you couldn’t be bothered to tell me that the two of you talked. Because you didn't tell me about the conversation as you should have,  I have to step back from our friendship so I can figure out whether or not I can continue the friendship with you. You purposely hid important information from me. We do not do that to each other and you know it.

Kay:  This serious and yes, I didn’t tell you as you shouldn’t be hearing it from me nor her, you should’ve heard it from Randy. You know I'm always here for you, but I need to and want to understand why you’re so mad at me. We'll figure this out.

Me: You don’t understand why I’m so mad at me? Kay, Sarah is NOT a client of yours nor a friend. To you, she’s an ex-wife to a man I used to date. I am mad at you because you failed to tell me that he wants to get back together with his ex-wife and has wanted to for a long time. You would be mad at me if I withheld information like this if you were in my situation. Do not reach out to me until I am in the right mind to talk to you.

I then went to Dom's text.

Me: Hey Dom, I want you to come over in an hour and a half. I need you.

Dom: Okay. I'll be there. Do you need me to bring anything with me?

Me: Just you and a bottle of wine. Or tequila? Your choice.