Lies

Craig Fuck, f**k, f**k! I looked at Jessyca on the bed. She was scrolling through her phone. She knew about Piper. Hell, Jess and my relationship started long before the four months we told my wife. I met Jessyca at a bar during a business trip a year ago, just after my dad died. She was a stewardess, she said. I took one look at her and knew I was going to break my marriage vows. Jessyca was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity I couldn’t pass up. I thought it would be a one-night stand until eight months ago when I saw her in town. She was shocked to see me, I was shocked to see her, and we got coffee. Then I f****d her in the back of my SUV. The rest was history. I lied to Piper. I didn’t end it with Jessyca. How could I? She was addicting. She was stunning, f*****g hot. Piper was beautiful in that fresh-faced way, and didn't need to try hard. Jessyca was a f*****g s*x pot. Her hair was a deep flaming red. Her skin was creamy and flawless. Her blue eyes were the color of the sky. She had full, firm, round D-cup t**s, a slim waist that nipped in at the sides, and rounded, lush hips. Her figure was the definition of an hourglass. Her long legs were drool-worthy. She was 5’10” to my 6’0”. She had a tight ass p***y and ass, and she could suck d**k like a f*****g dream. Piper was the girl next door, the cheerleader. She was 5’5”, a sun-kissed blonde both in hair and skin. Her eyes were a pretty hazel. She had a nice C cup that fit perfectly in my palms, a slim waist, and a phenomenal bubble butt. I couldn’t give her up either. I wanted them both. I couldn’t help that I was a greedy bastard. I sighed heavily. Jessyca looked over at me. “I’m sorry she found out, babe,” she said. “Not your fault, beautiful. She wasn’t supposed to come home until tomorrow. I thought we’d be safe here another night.” “These last few days were fun playing house with you,” she said with a smile. I smiled back. “This doesn’t mean we are over, does it? Now that she knows?” I looked at her, startled. “What? No. I was going to divorce her eventually. It’s just hard. We have a lot of money tied up together. I was trying to find a way to move most of my assets and the money in our bank so she gets minimal financial support.” “You should talk to my stepbrother, Roger. He could help you with that. He’s always helping his clients move money so it isn’t traced. He’s a divorce lawyer. Doesn’t mind doing shady s**t for the right outcome for his clients.” “Yeah?” I asked, perking up a little. If Piper was dead set on divorcing me, this might be the answer to my prayers. “Yeah. I’ll send you his number,” she said, getting into her contact. A second later, she sent me his number. Roger Smith. “Thanks, baby girl,” I said with a smile. “So, you and I can be out in the open now?” she asked. “Not until the divorce is final, but after that, most definitely.” She smirked. “Fine, I’ll continue being your dirty little secret. Besides, it’s fun that way.” I chuckled. I put my phone down and turned to her. She came over me and straddled me. My d**k went instantly hard. She lifted up and sank down on me. I groaned. I gripped her hips as she started to ride me. I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head as she squeezed her p***y around me. “f**k,” I groaned. “Craig. Now that you’re getting a divorce, let’s get engaged.” She slowed down, and I was desperate to get her to keep moving. Her p***y felt so good. She swiveled her hips, reached behind her, and cupped my balls, rolling them. “Yes, f**k yes, baby, whatever you want.” She chuckled darkly. “Good boy.” She squeezed around me hard and continued to ride. My toes curled, and I roared as I exploded deep inside her. She was on the shot, so I felt confident my swimmers wouldn’t take hold. She came a minute later and then collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her. I should feel guilty. I was swapping out my wife of 5 years for my mistress of 8 months. But it was Piper who wanted to leave me. If she would just be reasonable and come back to me, I could still lie to her and keep Jessyca on the side. But no. She wanted to be stubborn. Well, if that’s how she wanted to play, I’d make sure she got nothing in the divorce. The next morning, after Jessyca kissed me goodbye. She was going to be gone on a flight for three days. I contacted her stepbrother, Roger Smith. We made an appointment for eleven o’clock. I walked into his building at 10:55 a.m. The receptionist greeted me, and I only waited 5 minutes before Roger opened his office door and came out with a smile and a handshake. “Craig Williams. Jessyca has told me all about you. I talked to her this morning. She said you would call, and then you did. Come into my office.” He was the same height as me, with black hair and brown eyes. He looked to be around the same age. “Jessyca said you can help me with my financial troubles so my wife can’t get my money if we divorce.” “And you are sure you’re getting a divorce?” “If I know Piper, she’s probably talking to a lawyer as we speak.” “Hmm. Yes, I can help you. It’s unconventional, though. But it works. I can give you references to check out before you make a decision.” “No. I trust Jess, and she said you could do this.” “Okay, well then, I’ll need a retainer of $25,000. Then we’ll get started on moving your assets and making a few changes to your portfolios. I’ll need access to your financials, both personal and professional, passwords, security answers, stuff like that.” I contemplated for a minute, wondering if I might be making a mistake. That was personal stuff to ask for. But if it kept me from shelling out millions, I’d do it. I nodded. “Okay.” For the next hour, we worked together, and I gave him everything. My personal accounts that Piper had no idea about. Our joint account, access to my house, the cars, and my business. A cabin we had in Tahoe.” “Okay. I’ll need a few days to draft up the contracts, asset transfers, and property transfers.” “Wait, what?” “Yeah, you’ll be transferring everything to someone you trust, so it’s in their name. That way, the court system can’t rake you over the coals. We’ll leave just enough in the joint account that you’ll most likely have to give up, but everything else will be protected. It’s all perfectly legal. And then three months after the divorce is final, the person you trust the most will just sign everything back over to you.” “Just like that?” I asked. It sounded so simple. Dangerous, but simple. “Just like that,” he said, with a trusting smile. “Okay,” I said. “All I need from you is someone you trust, so I can type their names in the appropriate places.” The only person I could think of was Jessyca. I trusted her the most at this point. “Jessyca,” I said. His smile was huge. “Excellent. You won’t regret this. She said you guys are getting engaged.” “Yes,” I said with a small smile. “She’s smart. And with her on your arm, you’ll be the envy of every man who sees you with her. I love my sister.” “I love her too,” I said. We shook hands, and I left feeling pretty damn good.