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Not long after the first time that I whored myself out to enhance my husband’s career, Dan was offered a promotion into senior management. He would become a vice-president and head of a division. He would have to move to another city, Columbus, Ohio, but I could find work there in my field. I consulted with Mrs. Cardinal to verify that the Last Wives Club would help if my company wouldn’t transfer me. He accepted the promotion and we made preparations to have a commuter marriage until the kids and I could make the move. The two of us were invited to a reception to welcome him to the management team. My new dress was perfect for it. On our way to the dinner, Dan coached me on who I would be meeting, telling me what he knew about them so that I could make conversation. Of course I suspected that the club had something to do with his selection, but that was confirmed when he described one couple. At least I thought so. The Palmers were both ill and may not attend, he said. Mrs. Palmer was the VP of Human Relations. She had recently had surgery and there were rumors that she was dying. Her husband had a respiratory illness that had responded well to a new drug, but maybe not well enough to attend. So I had to contemplate the possibility that I would see one or both of them, and that she might know I was the sister who had sex with her husband, or that he might recognize me. I asked myself how a confident woman would respond if either of those occurred. The only answer that came to me was, ‘With aplomb.’ Of course, as the guest of honor, everyone who attended would congratulate Dan, so we were ask to stand to receive these as the guests entered. Sure enough, Mrs. Palmer and her husband did show up. She was wearing a head covering that suggested her hair was either shaved or had fallen out from chemotherapy. He was using a walker and while he seemed much stronger than he was when I last saw him, he was clearly weak. I had noticed a wheelchair with an oxygen tank in the corner of the room, and thought that might have been pre-placed for him. I looked straight into Mrs. Palmer’s eyes as she was introduced to me and saw no hint of recognition. I shook her hand and felt only infirmity. When I was introduced to Mr. Palmer, it was very clear that he was curious about me and was on the verge of recognizing me. My mask does not cover the lower half of my face, so he had everything from nose to necklace to work with. I saw a sudden sparkle in his eyes as he looked back up into mine. I shook his hand, leaned etimesgut escort over and said, “My special friends call me Cate, but not here.” I heard a sharp intake of breath from Mrs. Cleveland, indicating that she had heard and understood. Mr. Palmer smiled and said, “Pleased to meet you, my dear.”, but his handshake included an extra squeeze. Mrs. Palmer caught up with me later in the ladies room and, after checking that we were alone, broke the ice with. “My dear, I believe I owe you an apology. I left you with a false impression. The woman whose career you sought to damage is not a sister. She’s… she’s my daughter. If you have any daughters, pray that they don’t become like her. She is a serial homewrecker. I’m glad she didn’t succeed with you.” “Homewrecker?” “Perhaps they’re no longer called that. She seeks out married men and then deliberately exposes their affairs to their wives. It’s a result of her discovery of my husband’s….” “I understand. But her last name is not the same.” “She married and divorced before she left college. She was not recruited and we are better for it. But I cannot act against her. I never heard from you or your sponsor on whose career to enhance, but it looks like that wasn’t necessary. I will find a way to express my gratitude for what you did for us. The kiss on the forehead and the blown kiss at the doorway were especially nice touches. Don’t worry, the security tapes were erased.” I was embarrassed at the thought that she had seen video of me sucking and fucking her husband. I could only think to thank her, and to apologize for my attempt to use her influence for petty revenge. She assured me that it was quite understandable and easily forgiven. We parted friends. But as a result of her explanation, I had to reconsider my suspicions about the club. She was a mother protecting her daughter, not a sponsor (or another sister) protecting a sister. Kyra had almost certainly manipulated me into the sex trade aspect of the club, but nobody had sent this bitch to tip the balance. She was just an emotionally disturbed bitch. As the mother of a thirteen year old daughter, I felt a responsibility for shaping her attitudes toward marriage. I mentally sighed as I added that to the burden of living within a false marriage. Sadly, I learned of Mr. P’s death a few weeks later, followed by Mrs. C’s a month later. That was during the time when my husband was commuting on weekends, between Columbus and St. Louis, etlik escort to keep our marriage together and to be a father to our children. Amazingly, Mrs. Cleveland bequeathed a share of her unspent NQA account to me. I was up ten thousand dollars as a result of my kindness to them! Dan moved into an apartment in Columbus before I could manage to do much to improve our sex life. Before he left, I had oral sex with him once, letting him come on my chest. He reminded me how good he was at licking pussy. I had gotten over my thing about having simultaneous orgasms, but I still could not touch myself in front of him, and we still weren’t having sex more than once a week. It was simply too hard to find the time and the privacy without waiting until late at night, and by then the enthusiasm had ebbed. We were much happier in each other’s company, but the stresses of the impending separation were hard on both of us and the kids. On Kyra’s advice, I decided to stay with my company because they agreed to transfer me to Columbus in 8 months and it would likely be a promotion. It would also coincide with the end of a school year, so the kids wouldn’t have to leave in the middle. Kyra also advised me to rely on Margo as a source of logistical support. “She can get you sitters, nannies, shoppers, and of course, drivers and bodyguards. And one more thing, sweetie. Consider sending gifts to Dan. Your sisters can help you keep him safe.” It was hard advice to hear, but I took it. I filled out a profile for him in the husband database and placed my first ad. I modeled it on another ad. Favor needed: Seeking gift(s) for husband relocated to Columbus, OH, by promotion. Long separation likely. Offering NQA compensation. First time gift. Email correspondence. I checked my secret email just four hours later and found 7 messages. I began reading them and by the time I finished, there were two more. Three of these said that I should hope that Mrs. Malibu responded and if so, get her for the first time gift. Then consider the respondent available for subsequent gifts. I waited until the next day, to give more time for more responses. There was only one more. I opened it with hope and scrolled to the bottom. It was from Mrs. Malibu. This was her message. Hi Sugar! I hope you haven’t struck a deal yet. I love to be the first gift a husband gets, before he gets a chance to compare me to some of the younger fillies in the stable. 😉 😀 I love it so much, I won’t even eve gelen escort charge you for it! This works so much better if I can call you on the phone. My number is XXX-XXX-XXXX. Please call me. I can help with your profiles, too. Love, Barbie Malibu I actually snorted when I read her name. I immediately called Kyra and told her that I was advertising for a gift for Dan. “Oh, you want Barbie Malibu.” “You’re kidding, There’s a sister named Barbie Malibu?” “Yep. Cruelest joke ever played by a sponsor, but Barbara turned it into gold. I can have her contact you.” “That’s okay. Mrs. Malibu responded. She wants to talk to me.” “I recommend her, for a lot of reasons. You’ll see.” “Thanks.” I called Mrs. Malibu, and I became very glad that I did. She was 41, a little older than I wanted to send, but I could see the wisdom of sending her when she asked all the right questions about how to make the gift have the best effect. She had a marvelous sense of humor and really helped to ease my mind about the whole process of gifting her. I had initially thought of sending the first gift in a burqa, but she convinced me that a trenchcoat and mask would be so much more impressive. She wasn’t local to Columbus, so I did transfer some NQA money for gas for her car. She also helped me spruce up my own profile and my husband’s. On the night that she delivered herself, I waited as patiently as I could. She called me at 11:10 PM. “Hello, Cate Blanc.” “Hi, Cate. It’s Barbie. I just left. He’s so precious. You did the right thing. What a nice guy. I’m glad you kept him.” She sounded completely hyper. “Wow, slow down. Tell me all about it.” “Oh no. That’s not part of the service. He’s expecting you to call tomorrow night at nine. Talk to him. You blew his mind tonight. He needs time to process what that means. Try to get him to yank his crank.” “You’re kidding, right.” “No. Trust me. My day job is counseling. I couldn’t keep my own husband from straying, but I know how to make an open marriage better. You guys need to talk about sex, but you can’t do it in person. You’re Catholics, even if you don’t believe. I know all about that. So talk dirty long distance. Get fresh batteries for your toys. You’ll see. I’m getting on the interstate, so I better go.” “Thanks, Barbara. Drive carefully.” “Love you both. Bye.” I had sent her to him after nine days of not seeing him. He couldn’t get home every weekend, but he would be coming home in just a few days. I was tempted not to call, but she said he would be expecting it, and I did feel that I could trust her. So I enlisted my daughter to help give me some privacy. I told her that I had to make a long phone call to her father and that she should make sure that her brothers did not disturb me. “Make sure they go straight to bed when the movie is over.” “You’re not breaking up with Dad, are you?” “No, sweetie.

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