Twisting In The Wind

Twisting In The Wind

TW: Sexual activity

The senior executor held his face in his hands. Troubled he couldn't think straight. What was wrong with him? He made one more important phone call before standing to stretch. He paced his luxurious office a few times then stood at the floor to ceiling window blankly staring out at the penthouse view. In a city of eight million why did he feel so alone? Or was he too crowded yet feeling lonely? He decided he needed space. Lots of it.

Turner pressed the button on the intercom. “Cancel the rest of my appointments for this afternoon, Ms. Raleigh.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Moody. May I say where you could be reached in an emergency?”

“No need. Anyone important has my cell.”

Turner grabbed his Armani jacket and slipped out his private elevator to the parking garage, hopped in his Porsche and headed for open road. After insufferable traffic escaping the city, of course.

His unfocused thoughts gnawed at his mind. The phone call left more questions than it answered. Where could she have gone? The top-down wind breezed through his pricey haircut but he didn't care. The uncluttered countryside with waves of long grasses reminded him of ocean expanses. The waves and endless horizons he missed. Along with the billowing sails responding to his gentle practiced touch. The classic yacht he grew up on. A legacy from his parents. Stolen out from under him by a scorned woman.

A woman he loved with all his might. Once upon a time. Still whenever he thought of her he couldn't suppress the jolt of muscle memory in his groin. An ache never extinguished by any other lover. The way she automatically responded to his gentle practiced touch exactly like his beloved sailing vessel. Her long tanned legs entwined around his. Her body, her perfect body, molded to his. He longed for her. Yet her loss was his fault. All his fault.

All due to his insatiable need to have more. Have the best. Not realizing he already had the best. The best he could possibly ever have. What he replaced her with fell far short of her ideal. He recognized the truth far too late. Too late to get her back. Now she is lost to him. Lost in the wind. Sailing away in his yacht.

She took his challenge now he regrets his brashness. Told her she could take the yacht as long as he never had to see her again. So she did. Now he wants them both back and she is nowhere to be found. He hired the best detectives to search, they're searching the seven seas. They've all come back empty handed. His Cat, his beautiful, vivacious, intelligent Cat, is out there somewhere twisting in the wind. Alone and brokenhearted, no doubt.

How could he have done such a thing to her? To them? Didn't they have it all in their three year marriage? The world was their oyster, their playground. They enjoyed good health, good looks, plenty of money and plenty of choices. They owned a high-rise apartment in New York City and a cottage, more like a mansion, on Martha's Vineyard plus the yacht to escape where ever they chose.

But no. Fool that he is, he got distracted by a different pretty face with a knockout body to chase. One of his clients. She enticed him and threw herself all over him. What could he do? Cat discovered his indiscretion and called him out. He threw out a ridiculous ultimatum and Cat disappeared with the boat. So, so shortsighted of him.

Turns out the hot body was all fake like her ardor for him. The mistress' enormous silicone boobs were as empty as her air head. No substance whatsoever. Couldn't hold a conversation to save her soul let alone hold a man's interest. Turner sacrificed the love of his life for empty promises. Now if only he could find Catalina and beg her to come back to him.

He drove the five hours to The Vineyard trying to blow cobwebs out of his thinking. Ready for a long weekend of rest and relaxation unencumbered by demands of a clingy woman. He'd unequivocally uninvited the curvy mistress, Jacey, to ever grace his abode again. Sure it would hurt his libido and his ego. But if he harbored any hopes of getting his wife back his relationship with Jacey must end. The sooner, the better.

Much to his surprise, a familiar car was parked in front of his cottage. A familiar body was in his bed being pumped by an unfamiliar body on top of her billowy boobs. The action didn't stop.

“Turner, Turner, Babe. W-what are you doing here!”

“I live here. Question is why are you here after I told you never to come back again and who is getting his rocks off in my garden?”

“Oh, this is only Mitch, the pool guy. You know, I was sunning myself and one thing led to another. Wound up exploring a bit and having fun. Oh, oh! That's the itch, Mitch!”

“You can join in if you want, Man. Don't mean to horn in on your territory. There's plenty to go around. Just give us a minute. Oh, yeah, YEAH!”

“Okay, okay! I've seen enough. You've had your fun. Now get... get over a little and turn her back toward me. Let me shed these clothes and we'll take her from both sides. Make a Jacey sandwich, Mitch. What do ya say?”

“Oo, Babe, you amaze me. I never knew you like this. Are you sure you want me to disappear? We could have so much more fun together. Oh, yes, yes. That feels so-o-o good.”

“This is most definitely good-bye, Girl. I love my wife and want to find her and bring her home. You don't fit in to my dream.”

“You're fitting into me very comfortably, though. I must say.”

“Keep up the good rhythm, Mitch. Hey, you're really strong. Do you work out?”