I stared at Gloria as the wheels turned in my head and finally I said, “Three conditions. One, the signed agreement. Secondly, I get to approve whatever plan you come up with to see that I have a sex life. Last, but by no means least, our wedding night is mine and only mine.”
“What does that mean?”
“Two things. You have already said that your boyfriend will want to watch when I go down on you so I wouldn’t put it past him to want to horn in on our wedding night. That will be a no-no. I don’t want him within five miles of us on our wedding night. The second thing about it being my night is that you are mine for the night. Not just a quickie so you can honestly and with a straight face say that the marriage was consummated, but the entire night and we will do it all. I’ll want anal, oral and vaginal sex with you on that night.”
“I can’t do that Jack; I would be cheating on Jumal.”
“Yes you can Gloria. You have already accepted that you have to have sex with me on our wedding night and you have already decided that since you have to do it that it isn’t cheating. What’s the difference? One time or all night, it is all the same.”
“I can’t do it Jack. It just wouldn’t be right.”
“Your choice Gloria, but it is a deal breaker as far as I am concerned.”
“You would throw away almost three million over that?”
“You would throw away almost thirty-one million over it?”
“I can always get someone else Jack.”
“Yes, you could.”
I picked up the menu and looked at it. “Is the prime rib any good here?”
“Don’t change the subject Jack.”
“No subject change Gloria. I told you what I have to have and you said that I couldn’t have it. Subject closed. We came here for dinner and when we are done eating I’ll catch a cab home and save you the trouble of having to drop me off.”
“Why is that one thing so important to you Jack?”
“It is for my mental health Gloria.”
“That doesn’t make sense Jack.”
“Not to you maybe, but it does to me.”
“Can you explain it to me?”
“It is quite simple Gloria. You have already put me on notice that part of my earning the money is putting up with your asshole of a boyfriend for the next five years. I’m no dummy Gloria, I can even write the script for the next five years. It will start out with him rubbing my nose in the fact that he is fucking my wife and I’m not. It will move to him wanting me in the next room when he screws you so I can be on call to eat you when his stuff is still hot and fresh in you. He’ll get tired of that after a while and he will want me to be in the room when he does it so I’m forced to watch. Then he will talk you into having me go sixty-nine with you while he screws you from behind so I can see him ramming you from only inches away from my face. Somewhere along the way, after he has seen me eat you a dozen times or so he will make the comment, “Wouldn’t you just like to cut out the middleman and come over here and get it fresh from my dick?”
“And all the time I’m supposed to smile and take his shit. Well, I’ll do it, but I want to be able to look at him and be able to say to myself, “I fucked your woman asshole. I came in her mouth, I pounded her butt hole and I did my best to fill her womb with my cum. Your woman asshole – I took your woman every way it was possible to take her so go ahead and babble because it don’t mean shit to me.” Like I said Gloria, it is a mental health issue with me and it costs you nothing because you were already going to have sex with me that night anyway.”
“I guess I need to rethink a few things Jack. Yes, the prime rib here is very good. If you are ready, let’s order.”
After dinner she wouldn’t let me call a cab and the ride home in her limo was a quiet one. As I was getting out she said, “We will talk again Jack, but first I have some thinking to do.”
It was two days before Gloria called me into her office and told me to have a seat. As soon as I was seated she pushed a piece of paper across the desk to me, “There is your signed agreement on disclosure. Against my better judgement I am going to give you what you require as far as our wedding night is concerned. All that is left is to see that you have a sex life for the five years we are married. To keep things as discrete as possible and to preserve the outward appearance of utter faithfulness I’ve decided that whatever you do needs to be done in the confines of our home. I’ve decided that what I need a maid. Of course one of her cleaning duties will be to clean your pipes as often as you like. If that arrangement meets with your approval the next step will be to pick the right woman.”
She opened her briefcase and took out a three ring binder and handed it to me.
“See if there is anyone in there who appeals to you. The ones with a line drawn across their face are not available.”
I found myself looking at pictures of beautiful women. Each page had a couple of pictures, vital statistics and some information about the likes, dislikes and hobbies of the women. I looked up at Gloria and she smiled at me and said, “One of my very good friends owns a modeling agency and an escort service. I’ve been assured that the women in that book will be more than happy to do what I want of them for what I am willing to pay. Just pick one Jack and I’ll make the necessary arrangements. If you get tired of her after a couple of months you can go back to the book and pick another one. Do we have a deal?”
While she had been talking I had been leafing through the book. Suddenly I stopped dead and stared at what I was seeing. Sally Ann was the wife of one of the guys I played softball with and I had lusted after her for years.
“All of the women in this book play for pay?”
Gloria nodded and I handed her back the book and pointed at Sally Ann. “That one.”
“I take it that we have a deal?”
“Yes Gloria, we have a deal.”
That’s when my life began to get hectic. For the next three months there was a phony courtship followed by the announcement of our engagement, followed by a hundred parties given by friends and relatives. There were the wedding plans (according to the society pages of the local papers one of the “social events of the season”) to be made, a honeymoon to be planned and through it all Gloria and I were seen almost every evening at some “In” place in town. By the day of our wedding our “bona fides” had been established, the society pages were calling us the perfect couple and friends and relatives positively gushed over how much in love with each other we so obviously were.
There was one glitch however, and I had to remind Gloria of it and she told me not to worry, it would be taken care of. I told her I wasn’t worried because I knew the wedding wouldn’t go off until it was taken care of. Two days later she handed me confirmation of deposit to my account in the Cayman Islands.