The Dangerous Secret I Learned About My Sugar Daddy’s Wife: Part 1

My long-distance sugar daddy, Keith, had just sur­prised me by show­ing up to take me on a quick get­away. We had to stop at his brother’s house on the way out, but I had a good time catch­ing up with him, espe­cially since he liked me more than he liked Keith’s wife.

The next day, we con­tin­ued on our jour­ney again and finally arrived at his friend’s pri­vate lit­tle villa—finally, we were alone. It was sur­rounded by trop­i­cal fruit trees on a hill­top over­look­ing the ocean below. Keith couldn’t have picked a more roman­tic place.

Our days there were heav­enly, but Keith had not planned on a long stay. He had got­ten a spur-of-the-moment flight, because he missed me, but had to head home after a cou­ple days. That Fri­day morn­ing he was leav­ing came too early, and as we both started to tear up, I saw his love for me. Every­thing he was doing was risky, and it was all in the name of love. Mean­while, he had no idea that I had been unfaithful.

Dur­ing the time that Keith was in town, Peter had disappeared—Peter was the man I had become close friends with after he acci­den­tally dialed my num­ber one day. As soon as Keith left, Peter sud­denly resur­faced. We chat­ted for a few days until he asked for me to accom­pany him on another trip to the coun­try again. Since Keith was gone, I agreed.

We planned to meet there the next day, but when I went out to hail a cab, Peter’s car was parked out front. I was hor­ri­fied to see him there. How did he know where I lived? I was so sure that I had never given him my address, but I fig­ured maybe I had let it slip once.

Peter and I took off for the coun­try; we were like four hours from home. On our way, he told me he was going to stop at a friend’s place. I asked him who it was and he said his ex, Sandy. I was fine with that, because, after all, he and I were never a couple.

When we arrived at his ex’s house, she turned out to be a really nice girl. We intro­duced our­selves and just talked as she showed me old pho­tos of the two of them together. I fig­ured this would be a great oppor­tu­nity to try and find out more about Peter. “How did you meet Peter and why did you break up?” I asked. I wanted to learn more about the stranger who had befriended me.

We have known each other since high school, and we only broke up because he moved away,” said Sandy, adding that he was “a really nice boyfriend.” The con­ver­sa­tion I had with her was reassuring.

On our way over there, it seemed like Peter was des­per­ately try­ing to get in con­tact with some­one. At one point, he called some­one named “mommy” and said, “Dave, we’re going to do the thing tonight.” When I asked him what he was talk­ing about, he just brushed it off and changed the sub­ject, which made me feel really unset­tled. But hear­ing his ex tell me that Peter was such a nice guy put me at ease.

Unfor­tu­nately, I’d soon find out that this lit­tle stopover was all part of Peter’s twisted mas­ter plan, and it was all about to explode in front of me…