Page 2 of Just Desserts

"Ok Johnny, don't worry I'll take care of you. I know what you need." Came the woman’s reply.

I felt ice drop through my body. My heart was beating too fast and too slow at the same time. With a sense of detachment, I forced myself to creep closer until I could see through the cracked door. I felt my entire being shatter as I watched my cousin, a bridesmaid at my wedding, crawling down my husband's body to kneel between his legs.

When she graduated college last spring, I had begged Jonathon to hire her as a paralegal. After some initial reluctance, it seemed to be working out. Alyssa told me how much she appreciated me helping her get the job and that Jon was going out of his way to train her, taking her under his wing. She was like a little sister to me, I never considered Jonathan would look at her as anything more than that. My stomach revolted and a wave of nausea ran through me.

Not wanting to make a sound, I took small inhales through my nose as I grabbed my phone and took a few pictures. It felt like a cold hand had a grip on my chest. I listened as my husband praised Alyssa telling her how much better she was than me, how fucking her was the best part of his days. Then I stood frozen as he described sleeping with my cousin in our marital bed. Unable to handle seeing or hearing anymore I backed away and quietly exited the house.

I don't remember much about the ride to my best friend's place. But here I was sitting on her couch wrapped in our favorite fluffy blankets holding a glass of wine while Jen and her husband Aiden listened to me blurt out what I had walked in on. I knew Aiden was ready to storm over and confront the two of them, or at least punch Jon out, but I didn’t want that.

There was something brewing within me. I wasn't going to roll over and let this crushing grief render me useless. I wasn't going to let those pathetic excuses of humans see a single tear. I would cut them out of my life with the precision of a surgeon. They will get nothing from me. I sat up and both Aiden and Jen stopped their commentary waiting patiently.

"I need to let him know I'm not coming home tonight. I'll say I'm too tired to drive so I'm crashing in my office." I stopped, gnawing on my lip and trying to organize my chaotic thoughts.

"I need to make an appointment to see a lawyer right away. I have to get ahead of this. Aiden? Are any of those apartments still available at your friend's building? I'll need to find a new place and arrange to get all of my things there, I can't spend another minute in that house knowing those two soiled it."

"Ok I got you Lala, I'm on top of the apartment." He kissed the top of my head and squeezed my shoulder as he left to make calls in another room.

Jen sat down and grabbed my hand. "Do you have a lawyer inmind? We can see if they're available to meet this week despite the holiday?” She asked.

Mechanically, I gave Jen the number for the law office I used when I was opening the bakery. I specifically went to a different firm to avoid any personal conflict with Jonathan's firm. I had never been more grateful. Jen wrote everything down then turned to me again.

“Have you thought about calling your mom?" Jen asked, her hand holding mine.

My heart stuttered at that. My mom loved Jonathan like a son, and she was so happy when we got married. This was going to hurt everyone. It disgusted me how little consideration they gave to how their actions would affect all of those around them. Everyone's life was about to change drastically, and the ball was already rolling.

Chapter 2

Jonathan

My phone vibrated with a text as I had Alyssa bent over the desk in my home office. She turned to look at the device, so I grabbed her by the hair. Using my other hand, I picked up the phone and chuckled when I saw the text from my wife.

"Looks like we got the whole night together baby, hope you're ready." Alyssa let out a yelp as I plunged back into her with renewed vigor.

Despite my current position I love my wife. We had been together nearly a decade, and she was everything I ever wanted in a woman. The last few years have been different though; we were different people now compared to the idealistic youths from the start of our relationship. Regardless, she would always be my number one.

It was clear from early on that Alyssa was envious of her cousin. My sweet, naive wife never saw it though and continued to coddle and befriend the girl, oblivious to the hate brewing so close to the surface. I knew she would be trouble, there had been a few incidents earlier in my relationship with Isla. At times I felt like Alyssa was trying to cross a line, but I was too focused on Isla then.

In the early years of our relationship, trying to get any alone time with Isla felt impossible. Her behemoth of a cousin Wes was always hovering over her like an overprotective grizzly. Her Uncle Charlie was no better, never fully warming to me even when I went to ask for his permission to marry Isla.

I only did it to impress Isla and her mom Laurel, but was a little surprised when Charlie remained silent. Thankfully Laurel was delighted and was out of her seat crying and hugging me, but it didn't escape my notice that Charlie never actually gave his permission. He got up from the table and gave his sister-in-law a hug.

He gripped my hand and said "Well, sounds like congratulations are in order. Just know, you do anything to that girl… well I think we both know that wouldn't end well for you."

When we finally got married and then after finding and moving into this house, those first few years felt magical. There was a new freedom in our relationship, we had never lived together before and in college we both had roommates. We were alone and could do whatever we wanted.

Life has only gotten better since then. I had risen quickly in my career and was doing far better than planned this early on. I hadn't liked the idea of Isla opening her shop. I didn't like that she had used that money without discussing it with me, money I had no access to even though we were married.

As I made my way up in the law firm, becoming closer with the top partners and their wives, I knew my original dreams for our lives were too small. I wanted the summer houses, the private planes, the trips to Vegas and sports games. I wanted my wife to stay at home, hosting fancy dinner parties or standing on my arm making everyone jealous. Isla was beautiful, no woman would ever hold a candle to her.

Isla was almost ethereal with her pale skin and equally pale hair falling like a sheet of white silk down her back. Her large eyes took up her face and were ice blue. She looked like a Nordic fairy, she wasn't tall, but her body was lithe and willowy, her features so delicate and fragile.

Our sex life has always been good. I was her first boyfriend, first lover, first everything. I taught her everything she knew about intimacy and specifically what I liked, but recently it felt like something was missing. I hadn't given Alyssa much thought until she came to work in my office. She stood out to me then, her body and features so opposite from my wife’s.

She had tumultuous curls of dark hair, her body was thick and toned, stacked around her chest and ass. Her skin was tan, and she always wore just enough makeup to make her eyes look smokey, dark lipstick to draw attention to her mouth. She wore tight clothes that showed every curve as she bent to pick up a file. And then there was the way she looked at me, as if daring me to test just how much she could take.

Now I was insatiable. I had my cake and ate it too. I would accept nothing less and I knew I could get away with it. My wife's devotion to her store came in handy, allowing more time for me to slake my baser needs out on Alyssa. I had taken her everywhere in the office, in my house and in her apartment. It was a heady feeling, having two women devoted to you.

Ironically, her relationship with Isla had improved greatly. There was a new confidence in Alyssa, finally having one up her cousin. Despite the months we had been sleeping together at this point, I always made sure Alyssa knew where we stood. I reminded her how quickly I would cut her down if she tried to fuck with my marriage.

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