by thecelt

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Romantic, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Cheating, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Patricia makes a mistake, but will Remington forgive her? She decides to get her own revenge.

If you haven't read HONEY by thecelt, you should. The two stories complement each other.

Patricia stood looking out the window of her apartment on the tenth floor of the Smith Tower. She was unaware of the sumptuousness of the apartment since she was used to wealth and luxury. She took it for granted, just as she had so many other more important things. That was why she found herself alone. Alone because she had done something so incredibly stupid and thoughtless that she couldn't even now, comprehend it. She still sometimes believed it was only a nightmare and not reality, but the loneliness around her convinced her differently.

Remington had made the apartment available to her for an indefinite time. He told her that there was no need for her to look for something else since he would take care of all of the utilities and the rent: she could stay as long as she liked. He also thought it would be convenient since he was in the Penthouse, 6 floors above her. This way, they could meet in the conference room on the mezzanine with the lawyers to sign any necessary papers.

That was over two months ago but she had yet to see him, or his lawyers, for anything. She had called several times but he refused to take her calls. Her lawyer told her that he had heard nothing from Rem's lawyers. She couldn't go up since he had changed the code for the express elevator that went to the penthouse level. He had made it clear that he wanted no further contact with her.

She walked away from the window and her regrets and dressed for breakfast. She was meeting Maryanne and Jennifer, two of her closest friends. They had been friends since high school and all settled in their hometown of Cleveland, Ohio. Both were single: divorced from very well to do husbands. It seemed that Patricia was soon to join them.

While they were fun to be with, they were not her first choice. She had become used to dining with Rem in the Penthouse, in the room with the two glass walls overlooking the lakefront and the western part of the city. At night, it seemed so clean and pristine, unlike the reality of daylight. Somewhat like her life at present.

They were going to be eating at the Waterfront Club where Maryanne was a member. They used to meet here once a week in better times when things were still much like a fairytale. She and Remington were still married and they were still so much in love that it was frightening. Then, she didn't know what she would do without him, and now she was suddenly learning just that.

Maryanne was waiting for her in the lobby, talking to a well dressed young man who she recognized as the personal assistant to the manager of the building. Tom, she remembered his name to be. Maryanne was flirting with him as usual and he appeared to be tolerating it. He had a silly smile on his face as she held his arm, talking to him quietly. Pat decided to rescue him.

"Hi, Maryanne: I see you have found a new friend. Oh, excuse me, its Tom isn't it?" I smiled at him as he quickly extricated himself and moved away.

"Yes, Mrs. Smith, it's nice to see you again. I hope everything is satisfactory in your new apartment?" He said this with no attempt at sarcasm. He was obviously grateful for the escape.

"Things are just fine, Tom. I couldn't ask for more. Please thank Mr. Wallace for me." He was Tom's boss and I knew him well.

Tom made his exit and I turned to Maryanne with a smile. "I see you are still after the boy toys. I don't know what you think you can do with them. At your age, I would think you would be bored to death with their inexperience."

"They may be inexperienced darling, but they more than make up for it in exuberance and stamina. I prefer quantity to quality these days." She gave it right back. She was always the quick-witted one and kept us in stitches most of the time. She was what I needed these days.

"Where's Jennifer? Is she coming with us?"

"She's meeting us at the club. I left word at the door that she was my guest and to seat her as soon as she arrived. She will be hitting the sauce by now, so we had best get there as soon as we can. I have a car waiting outside." With that she pulled me out the door.

Breakfast was fun and the three of us enjoyed each other as always. I talked with them about my situation and I tried to explain again what I had done. They had heard my story before but they never tired of hearing it. I had cheated on my husband with Gregory Packard, a rich playboy that had a reputation. It wasn't so much that I had cheated, but since it was with Gregory, it was fascinating for both of them. He was financially comfortable, very good looking, smooth as silk and looked like a professional athlete. Strong, buff and well muscled. They would both like to be on his hit parade but he was very choosy.

The problem was that I was very much in love with my husband, Remington, and had never thought of cheating on him with anybody, especially a playboy like Greg. I had no interest in other men and I had everything I ever wanted with Rem. I was not looking for a fling, I had no intentions of betraying my marriage and I had never given anyone the impression that I was. It happened, however, and I still regret it: every sordid detail.

Over drinks, I again told them the story and they hung on every word. It was burned into my memory and it seemed to help talking about it. I was never allowed to tell Remington what happened since he refused to hear me or let me explain. I guess I couldn't blame him but it hurt just the same. Once I told him what happened, he refused to talk to me and told me to leave.

That's when he set me up in the apartment. He told me he was going to file for divorce and that our prenuptial agreement would be in effect. No argument, no discussion, no chance for forgiveness. Just get out. I did and that was two months ago. I was waiting for the papers to sign but so far, nothing. I assumed that Remington had his lawyers working to be sure that the agreement was break proof and I didn't get anything other than what was in the prenup.

Anyway, on with the story.

Remington and I had been married a little over 5 years. We had known each other about 7 years and I met him working as his investment counselor. He was 33 at the time and I was 30. His fortune was so large I spent most of my time on his investments so I was assigned to work exclusively for him.

That's when we began to get closer. Our relationship grew and we eventually married. I insisted on the pre nuptial agreement since I knew better than he what he was worth and I knew that his fortune would continue to grow. I never expected to need an agreement but I insisted all the same. We agreed on one and got married.

Our marriage was great and we loved each other intensely. We never agreed on anything but we loved to make up after fighting. We did this constantly and loved every minute of it. We decided to wait to have children so that we could continue to travel together when he went on trips for clients. Since he was very selective, we went to some really great locations. I went every chance I got.

Our life was wonderful and we were as much in love after 5 years as we were when we first got married. I couldn't imagine a better, more perfect mate than Rem and he loved me so much it sometimes scared me. We both said that we wouldn't want to go on if we were separated. That was then.

The problem came on one of Rem's trips to Singapore. I loved Singapore, but I was really sick when he was scheduled to leave for a week to 10 days. The doctor insisted that I stay home and stay in bed for another two days, so he said he would work as fast as possible and get back as soon as he could. I asked if he could postpone but he said that time was of the essence in this job and that he really needed to be there. I understood and he left.

I stayed in bed for the two days the doctor recommended even though I was feeling much better. I got up and got dressed and went out to lunch with Maryanne. Everything was going fine until Greg Packard came in where we were lunching. He saw Maryanne and came over to the table. I had never met him so Maryanne introduced us. He was handsome and quite sophisticated and he said all the right things. We invited him to join us and he did.

During the lunch, I got to know a little about him and he was curious about Remington and me. He knew Rem by reputation only. I told him very little but I enjoyed his company. As we talked, he invited me to a party that a friend of his was hosting two nights later. Maryanne had already agreed to go and she said that Jennifer was also coming.

I refused at first but finally gave in with both of them urging me on. I was alone anyway with Rem in Singapore. He offered to escort me but I refused saying that I would find my own way there. He agreed although reluctantly.

When I told Rem about the party when he called that evening, he was pleased that I was going out with friends. For some reason, I didn't mention Greg but did tell him Maryanne and Jennifer would be there. He knew both of them and, while he didn't necessarily trust them, he knew I liked them. He wished me fun and said he would call the morning after the party. He was traveling and couldn't always call. We exchanged promises and hung up.

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