Weekend sex with two young women

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Tuesday was a fucking unlucky day for me. I'd barely been at the office for ten minutes when my boss called me into his office and gave me a piece of his mind. He threw a piece of paper in my face, yelling, "What the fuck have you done!"
I picked it up and looked at it closely; it was an email from XYZ Company announcing that our company had been removed from their list of preferred partners. I didn't know what to say, so I just shrugged and gently placed the paper back on my boss's desk.
"Allen, how the fuck could you let this happen?"
he asked.
"I let this happen? Why would I let this happen? You're the boss. Everyone in the company says that idiot Chapels is incompetent, yet you insisted on promoting him, and putting him in charge of such an important Southeast region. You should have called him here to reprimand him, not me." "
I can't call him here right now; he's on vacation. Now, I need you to find the root of the problem and fix it."
I know very little about the operations in that damn region, its finances, and why XYZ Company is unwilling to continue working with us, making it almost impossible for me to do my job. What annoys me even more is that this job forces me to leave home. My wife and I have been somewhat strained and distant lately, and I was reluctant to accept this task from my boss, Tom, at a time like this. However, taking on this job isn't entirely without its advantages; at least it allows me to temporarily forget about my family troubles.
After making over a dozen calls to various parties, I finally discovered the problem, but I still don't know how to solve it or fix the loopholes. This was really bad because I had to put these problems back on my boss Tom's desk, and Tom hates people who push problems onto him. But what could I do? After all, he's the boss, the one who makes the decisions.
I took a deep breath, mustered my courage, and knocked on my boss's office door, laying out the whole story. "The main problem is that Chapels is soliciting kickbacks from XYZ Company. They don't understand why our company tolerates someone like that representing the company. Also, I contacted four other clients in that region and told them we were conducting internal audits. Two of them also raised the issue of Chapels soliciting kickbacks with me." "
Oh, so how do you plan to resolve this?"
"I think you, boss, need to handle this personally. I can't control Chapels, and you need to personally call XYZ Company to explain our position. You need to tell them we've already started addressing Chapels's problem." "
Why can't you handle this?"
"Because I'm not high enough in rank, and I don't have the authority. If I call XYZ Company, do they know who I am?"
"So, what do you want me to do?"
"You should call the boss of XYZ company directly, tell him about the email issue, say you take it very seriously, tell him we've discovered some problems and are preparing to resolve them, and assure him that something like this won't happen again. Also, you should hold another meeting with all clients, tell everyone what happened, and reiterate that we will never allow this to happen again."
"Go do it."
"What?"
"Do everything you just said."
"But my level is too low; I can't do these things at all."
"No problem. I'm appointing you Executive Vice President right now, so you can handle these things. But you have to handle the problem well!"
Hearing his words, I couldn't believe my ears, standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. Looking at my expression, the boss said, "Listen, Allen, although I'm the boss, I'm also a salesman. For the company's business, you have to smile at everyone, constantly shake hands and exchange pleasantries, and always maintain a good image. Oh, by the way, I haven't been very nice to you these past few days; sometimes I get angry like an angry bear. Once you succeed, I'll give you a raise, bonuses, and other benefits." "
Are you serious?"
"Of course, Allen, you'd better get this sorted out."
Leaving Boss Tom's office, I was incredibly excited. This day had truly turned my luck around; I'd gone from a hapless guy being scolded by a boss to the luckiest person in the world. But I quickly calmed down, knowing full well that if I couldn't resolve things at XYZ Company, I could forget about being a vice president or getting a raise.
However, I needed to investigate that Chappers thoroughly. I'd never liked that son of a bitch and had always wanted to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson. But I still had to be careful not to let anyone see how smug I was.
First, I needed to find a way to maintain our business relationship with XYZ Company. So, I called XYZ Company and asked their president's secretary to connect me to the president. After the call connected, I identified myself to Jim Hansen, the president of that company, and told him that I had some sensitive issues that I needed to discuss with him in person, hoping he could arrange a time for a meeting. I told him I was available the following week, but to my surprise, he said he wanted to meet me that noon, arranging to meet me at the Marriott Hotel.
At 11:30 a.m., I arrived at the Marriott Hotel. After giving my name, the clerk told me that Mr. Hansen had already made a reservation and was waiting for me there, and then led me to my seat. Mr. Hansen stood up, shook my hand, and gestured for me to sit down, saying, "Their veal steaks here are quite good. Now, let's talk about the things you can't say over the phone."
"Yes, while some things can be clarified over the phone, I feel we need to discuss them in person so our company can continue our business relationship with yours."
I then explained that Chapels had been suspended.
"Oh, so what do you want from me?"
"I hope our business relationship with your company can continue."
"That's all? You just want to maintain a business relationship with us?"
"Yes, that's all."
"Can't these things be said over the phone?"
"Well, I feel that maintaining a business relationship with your company is extremely important to us, so we can't take it lightly."
At this point, the waiter brought the food, and we ate and talked. After a while, Hansen said, "What are you looking at? I noticed you keep looking over at the restaurant."
"Oh, sorry, nothing. I just think those two people by the window look familiar."
He turned and looked over there, saying, "That's Sam Wycliffe, a lawyer at the law firm of Biddle and Worth. The woman next to him is his new girlfriend."
"His new girlfriend?"
"Yes, they've been together for three months, but I think she's just Sam Wycliffe's short-term lover."
"Short-term lover?"
"Sam has never had a relationship with any woman last more than four months. In fact, I'm quite surprised that he's been with this woman for so long. She's married, and Sam has never had a relationship with a married woman for this long."
"Are you sure they're having an affair? I know her husband, and I always thought their marriage was unbreakable."
"According to Sam, her husband is sexually inept and can't satisfy her in bed."
"Really? Is he just bragging? You know, maybe he's just trying to show off his incredible sexual prowess. Maybe they're just like us, having a business lunch together?"
"Haha, no way, I couldn't be wrong. She's exactly the kind of woman he described. I saw them at a party two weeks ago, and they definitely looked like lovers. So, are you going to tell her husband?"
"No, no way. Her husband is a very good man, and I don't want to bring him such bad news. Besides, he's a very racist. If he finds out his fair, lovely wife had sex with a Black man, he'll be furious! Didn't you just say they were just having a short-term affair? I hope they end it soon, before her husband finds out. Maybe it was just a passing fancy, and she'll be fine once it passes. I think she'll go back to being a good wife."
"You're a strange guy."
"Why do you say that?"
"Tom chose you to handle Chapels' problem, which means he thinks you're a tough guy. But you seem rather indecisive about your friend and his wife's situation."
"That's different. Work matters and personal matters are different, so of course you have to handle them differently. Why do you think Tom thinks I'm a tough guy?"
"Heh, you know, I'm not exactly a pushover, especially when it comes to things like Chapels demanding kickbacks. Most people don't want to talk to me face-to-face; they always discuss these difficult issues over the phone, and they prepare for days on end. But you, you only took on this problem this morning, and now you're sitting here with me. Tom put you in this to test your abilities."
"So, it seems you already knew I was coming to see you."
"Not really, Tom just wanted to talk to me face-to-face."
"I still don't quite understand."
"Tom and I have known each other for at least 25 years, and we already resolved this last week. Tom putting you in this again is a test for you, Alan. He wants to see if you can handle the job he's prepared for you. Now, I have to say, you've passed the test."
On the drive back to the office, I carefully considered what had just happened. Seeing my wife having dinner with a Black man, I really didn't know what that meant. Because of work, it was common for her to have dinner with clients. I wonder if she saw Hansen and me. If she did, will she guess what I thought after seeing them? I also wondered, could she really be that Wycliffe's girlfriend, as Hansen said?
Is it true? Or is that guy just a braggart, using this kind of thing to portray himself as a sex man with an insatiable libido? From high school to college, I've known plenty of guys like that, always telling others they slept with girls on their first date. Of course, some weren't bragging.
But if it's true, it explains why my wife Laurie has been coming home lately. What did Hansen say? Didn't he say she and Wycliffe had been together for three months? It's been exactly three months since Laurie started coming home later and later after work. Hansen also said he saw them at a party two weeks ago, and they were like lovers.
I happened to be away on a business trip two weeks ago. Is she really dating another man? Regardless of whether she is or not, her increasingly late coming home is a problem, a suspicious point.
What was most unacceptable was that, if it were true—she was having an affair with a Black man!
What I told Hansen was true; I am indeed a racist, though not intensely or fanatically so, but I genuinely dislike Black people.
Back in the office, I immediately went to see my boss, Tom. I didn't tell him I knew he was testing me, only that I had resolved things with XYZ Company, and they had agreed to continue doing business with us. Tom told me that Matt Kincaid, the company's VP of Sales and Marketing, would be retiring at the end of the month, and I would be taking over his duties. Until then, I would be fully responsible for handling the remaining issues from the Chapels incident.
Leaving Tom's office, I felt fantastic. However, this good mood only lasted five minutes. The moment I sat down, Laurie's affair resurfaced in my mind. The seed of doubt had been planted; now, the only thing to do was find out if Laurie's affair was true or not. I took out my phone book, found the agency I needed in the Yellow Pages, and made a call.
That night at home, I tried to act as usual. Although seeing Laurie with that Black man at lunch made me angry, I still managed to find out that she hadn't actually seen me at the Marriott. Later, she told me that her project was far behind schedule, and she'd probably be working very late every day for the next week. I understood what was going on, but I just shrugged and didn't say anything.
After lunch, I helped Laurie put the dishes in the dishwasher, then went to my study and lingered until it was late before going to the bedroom. Laurie was already waiting for me in bed, lying naked under the covers. She usually sleeps in her pajamas, so this clearly meant she wanted to have sex with me.
After I got into bed, Laurie reached out and grasped my penis, saying, "I'm going to have a good time with you, Alan."
At that moment, I suddenly remembered what Hansen had said: "According to Sam, her husband is sexually inept and can't satisfy her in bed."
I immediately felt very angry, pushed Laurie's hand away, and for the first time in nine years of marriage, refused her, saying, "Not tonight, Laurie, I'm not in the mood."
The bedroom was dark, and I couldn't see Laurie's expression clearly, but I imagined she must have looked shocked, perhaps thinking that I had discovered some clues about her.
For the rest of the night, we were peaceful. In the morning, I went to work before Laurie was even awake. That evening, after Laurie returned late from work, I was already in bed pretending to be asleep.
On Friday afternoon, a man came to my office, apologized, and placed a report and a large envelope containing numerous photographs on my desk. I also apologized and wrote him a check.
I immediately took the report and photographs home. Laurie had already said she would be working late into the night, so I was home alone, giving me ample time to review the report and photos.
The private investigator's report clearly stated that Laurie's supposed late nights were spent at Wycliffe's apartment. While the photos didn't show them together, they meticulously documented Laurie entering and leaving Wycliffe's apartment, including the exact times she did so.
After reviewing them, I carefully placed the report and photos in my purse, poured myself a drink, and needed to carefully consider my next move. Confronting her first, then seeking forgiveness, was definitely not a good approach. Although I loved and trusted Laurie deeply, she had betrayed me so cruelly.
It's that simple. Whatever her reasons, it's like stabbing me in the heart. And the worst part is, she knew I had strong racist sentiments, yet she openly had an affair with that black man. My trust in her is gone forever.
I keep wondering what could have driven her to do such a thing. Then I realized I might have to give up on being a faithful husband. I've turned down many opportunities to meet other women before because I always remembered our vows of fidelity at our wedding. Now I wonder if I'll ever have that chance again. Right
now, the priority is to get through this weekend peacefully, and then see my lawyer on Monday. I know a bit about the law; I know that if I can't find fault, we have to split the assets in a divorce, so I need to find evidence of her infidelity. I think I need to sell the house first; after all, I spent a lot of money on it, and not selling it would be a huge loss. Although Laurie loves this big house, she has to give it up.
I had been secretly observing Laurie, but I always got home before her, and by the time she returned, I was already in bed pretending to be asleep.
I always went out to play golf with friends on Saturdays, so I left home very early. When I got home at 2 PM the following week, Laurie had already left. She left a note on the table saying she was getting her hair done and was going to a party with me that evening. After reading the note, I wondered if she had gone to Wycliffe's.
I guessed she probably had already left, using getting her hair done as an excuse to meet Wycliffe.
When Laurie returned, I was changing the oil in the garage. Seeing me in the garage, she poked her head in and reminded me, "Hey, the party's about to start, aren't you going to get ready?"
I really wanted to yell at her to get lost, but I held back. I had to continue pretending nothing had happened until I had the strongest evidence.
Laurie is truly beautiful. Even after so many years of marriage, I still remember the moment I was captivated by her beauty. In the past, I always couldn't help but sincerely praise her beauty, but this time I didn't. I wondered if she felt something was off because I hadn't complimented her.
On the drive to the party, Laurie asked, "Is something wrong, Alan? You've seemed a bit down lately."
"Nothing, Laurie, just some work that's making me feel a little tired."
"Well, then don't think about work tonight. Let's relax at the party. When we get home, I'll try to make you feel even better." After
a moment of silence, Laurie continued, "Is it because of me? Was I too much when we made love?"
"Don't worry about it, Laurie."
"Tell me, is that it?"
"Oh, I told you not to overthink it, so don't."
Laurie fell silent again, not saying another word until we entered the party. At the party, Laurie and I parted ways. She went to find her friends, while I wandered around looking for someone to talk to about the football match. I didn't see Laurie again until the party ended, and then I prepared to go home.
Laurie was already drunk, swaying and unsteady on her feet, barely able to walk. Just as I was figuring out how to get her into the car, a woman who had once tried to seduce me but failed approached and said, "Hey, what's up? She's not going to wake up anytime soon. Why don't you put her in the back seat and follow me to my place? How about we have some fun?" "Don't be
sarcastic, Stephen. One day I'll show you what I'm capable of."
"Oh, okay, you have my phone number, right?"
I should have it. Thinking this to myself, I shoved Laurie into the car, said goodbye to Stephen, and drove home. When I got home, I carried her to bed, helped her undress, and then lay down next to her, thinking about how I would face Laurie at home tomorrow, Sunday. Thinking about it, I fell asleep.
The reality was much easier than I imagined. Laurie always woke up late on weekends, and when she was drunk, she was even less likely to wake up early. The next day, she slept peacefully until lunchtime. When she woke up, I was fixing the car in the garage. She came in and said, "Hey, you're up early? I'm not hungry at all. Should I have them bring you a pizza?"
"It's okay, don't bother. I'm going out in a bit; I'll just eat out."
After finishing the car, I left home. When I returned that evening, Laurie was already asleep again.
The consultation with the divorce lawyer was far from ideal. The photos couldn't directly prove Laurie's infidelity, meaning that if I divorced her, we would only split the assets equally, and I would also have to pay for the lawyer and court fees. And if Laurie also hired a lawyer for her divorce case, I would have to pay for her lawyer's fees.
"Why is this happening? She has to hire a lawyer? She's done so many things to betray me. Our marriage is over. Why should I pay for her lawyer's fees?"
I asked angrily.
"Of course you have to pay. The key now is for you to figure out why she did that. Is it true that she cheated and was unfaithful, or is it just your imagination? If you made it up, she will definitely object to the divorce. Even if she hired a lawyer not to start a fight with you, she should at least protect her rights and interests, right?"
"Then what do you suggest I do?"
I was a little helpless.
"Well, of course you can choose not to file for divorce, that way you'll save a lot of money."
"Then what should I do?"
"It's best if you don't file for divorce."
"I won't?"
"Yes, don't file, wait for her to. If she files for divorce, she'll have to pay for lawyers and court fees. That way you won't need a lawyer, and you won't have to spend any money. However, you still have to pay the consultation fee today." "
So, how can I get her to file for divorce first?"
"It's simple. She's unfaithful to you, so you can be unfaithful to her too. From now on, stop having sex with her, go out and play with other women, and when she finds out, she'll naturally divorce you. The most important thing is to resolutely stop having sex with her. If she finds out about your infidelity and argues with you, you can tell her that you actually found out about her infidelity a long time ago. That way, it won't be long before she files for divorce herself."
Okay, I decided to do that.
That afternoon, I called Stephen and asked her out for a drink, and she immediately agreed.
I met her at the Hilton Hotel bar. She took a sip of her martini while looking at me, and said softly, "You invited me here, you won't disappoint me, will you?"
"That depends,"
I replied mysteriously.
"What do you mean?"
"What you told me after the party the other day, you weren't joking, were you?"
"Of course not! I was saying why we're wasting our time here!"
Stephen was even more impatient than I was.
"I just made a small bet and won the right to use a room."
She put down her glass, stood up, and said, "Then what are we waiting for?"
As soon as we stepped into the elevator, Stephen immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my lips. Her tongue pried open my teeth, swirling in my mouth, and I licked her teeth with my own. She reached down, unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and vigorously stroked it while passionately kissing me.
The elevator was about to reach our floor, and afraid someone would see me, I tried to pull away from Stephen's hand and put my penis back in my pants, but Stephen wouldn't let go. With a crisp ding, the elevator doors opened, and Stephen released me, pushing me forward and leading me out. I was extremely embarrassed and quickly put my penis back in my pants. The young couple looked at Stephen and me and burst into laughter, then quickly let us out of the elevator.
"You wicked, filthy bitch!"
I cursed viciously.
Stephen laughed and said, "I'm a slut, but you'll love it."
Entering the room, I pulled Stephen into my arms, but she pushed me away, saying, "Let's skip the romantic gestures here. We both know what we're here for, let's just get straight to it."
She walked towards the bed, taking off her clothes as she spoke.
Hearing this, I laughed too. This woman was right; we both knew what we were here for.
So, I quickly stripped off my clothes. Stephen was now only wearing stockings and high heels. Seeing me leering at her, she said, "Stop staring like that. I think I'm ready. Let's get started."
We quickly got into bed. She grabbed my hard penis and began sucking it. After a while, she looked up at me and asked, "Do you like it?"
I smiled and said, "Of course I do."
She smiled brightly at me, then licked my penis from top to bottom, before swallowing it whole. As her head moved back and forth, I felt her tongue licking and teasing my penis, which felt incredibly good. At the same time, she rubbed my testicles with one hand and used the other to stroke my penis, which wasn't fully enclosed in her mouth. Stimulated by her, my body trembled uncontrollably, every nerve in my body aroused.
Stephen performed oral sex for over 20 minutes, her head movements becoming increasingly rapid. I felt I couldn't hold on any longer, so I groaned and reached out to grab her head. Just as I climaxed, she tightly sucked on my penis, her hands gripping my buttocks, trying to swallow it as far as possible, swallowing all my semen without spilling a drop.
I pulled my limp penis out of her mouth, laid her back on the bed, and then knelt on top of her, licking and sucking her nipples. I spent a long time alternately licking and sucking her left and right nipples, then licked down her chest.
I licked and kissed her lower abdomen, teasing her with my tongue while using my fingers to part her swollen labia, lowering my head to suck and lick her most intimate parts. Her body trembled, reaching her first orgasm during my licking. I lifted her legs and pressed them against her chest, fully exposing her vulva and anus, then lay down and licked them wildly, making her moan loudly.
A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, and I quickly opened my mouth wide and greedily drank it in. Then I pulled Stephen up, making her kneel on the bed with her buttocks raised. After licking her vulva and anus and drinking her vaginal fluid, my penis was hard again, so I moved behind her, my large penis pressed against her vaginal opening, the glans parting her labia and thrusting in. My legs gripped her hips tightly, my body thrusting back and forth, letting my thick penis shuttle back and forth in her wet vagina.
Stephen groaned loudly, "Harder, fuck me harder!"
I increased the speed of my thrusting, and Stephen cried out as I fucked her, yelling, "Oh, it feels so good... Faster, faster, fuck me to orgasm, ah... fuck me to orgasm..."
"Do you like it?"
I asked breathlessly, "Do you like being fucked hard by my thick, hard cock?"
"Oh, yes, yes... I like it so much. Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder... ahhh, make me orgasm..."
I pounded my big cock into her body like a pile driver, fucking her for about 7 or 8 minutes, and then ejaculated into her body amidst her cries of "Fuck me, fuck me!" After ejaculating, I didn't pull my penis out immediately, but stayed inside her for about 2 more minutes before leaving her body and collapsing exhausted onto the bed.
Stephen crawled up to me, gazing at me tenderly, and asked, "Want to do it again?"
"Oh, no, I can't anymore, let me rest a bit,"
I replied breathlessly.
"Can't get it up? Then let me help you, my lover."
With that, she turned and took my semen- and vaginal fluid-covered penis into her mouth.
Later, two hours later, as we got dressed to leave, Stephen said, "I don't want our relationship to be a one-off."
"That's absolutely up to you. If you want to continue, I'd love for you,"
I replied.
"Okay, you have my phone number anyway, I'm always available."
"Of course, darling, I'll definitely call you."
"Where have you been?"
Laurie asked impatiently as soon as I entered the house.
"Working overtime,"
I replied.
"Why didn't you call home?"
"I didn't expect to see you home. Don't you always get off work late?"
"No, I got off work early today. I wanted to come home and spend some time with you."
"I'm so sorry, but you always come home very late, so I thought you weren't home."
"Please, Allen, stop talking about my work and coming home late, okay?"
"Lori, okay, I promise I won't mention it again."
After saying that, I prepared to go upstairs. Lori asked me where I was going from behind. I replied, "I'm too tired from work today. I'm going upstairs to take a shower and go to bed early."
When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Lori was already in bed, completely naked, waiting for me. I ignored her, got into bed, and turned over to sleep.
"Allen?"
she called.
"What's up, honey?"
"We haven't made love in days."
"Sorry, honey, I'm too tired today. How about tomorrow?"
"But I have to work tomorrow night."
"Oh, that's too convenient. How about the day after tomorrow?"
I said, pretending to fall asleep.
This continued. Laurie still came home late from work, and I pretended to be asleep when she got home. Once she told me she would be off work earlier, I would use working overtime as an excuse to come home late. In this way, I tried my best to implement my plan. Although it was difficult, I persisted. At the same time, satisfying Stephen's sexual desire was also a very hard job. Although there was a lot of fun, it was also very tiring.
One day, after making love with Stephen, I told her I wanted to divorce Laurie and marry her. Stephen laughed and replied, "No way, my lover. I'm too promiscuous; I can't be tied to one man all the time. If we got married, I'd probably be sleeping with someone else within a year."
Anyway, this woman was honest; at least she'd tell you she wasn't a faithful woman.
That weekend, I went golfing as usual. On my way back, I pretended to be drunk and drove my car onto my lawn. Laurie was furious at my behavior and argued with me all weekend, refusing any intimacy.
The following week, I went on a four-day business trip. In a hotel in another city, I met a divorced woman and made love with her for two whole nights in the hotel's large bed. Afterward, she gave me her phone number and told me to call her the next time I was in her area on a business trip. I agreed.
On Friday, when I returned home, Laurie was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in, she rushed over to hug and kiss me, telling me how much she had missed me. She had also prepared a lavish dinner for me, and the wine bottles were already opened, awaiting my arrival.
I knew in my heart that this was a romantic evening carefully planned by Laurie, hoping to have a good time with me after dinner, but I didn't want to let her have her way. During dinner, I was unmoved by her fawning expressions, absentmindedly answering her provocative questions. After dinner, I told Laurie that I had a few contracts that I needed to review carefully, and then I got up and went to my study.
Then, that weekend, I pretended to have a cold and refused to sleep in the same bed with Laurie. On Monday, I worked late again (of course, with Stephen) before going home. On Tuesday night, when Laurie came home late, I was already in bed pretending to be asleep. On Wednesday, we both came home early, and I stayed in the basement control room after dinner until Laurie went to bed before coming out. I thought she was already asleep, but to my surprise, she was sitting on the bed waiting for me.
"I need this, baby,"
Laurie said, grabbing my penis as I got into bed.
"Not tonight, I'm not in the mood,"
I said, making excuses.
"You never seem to be in the mood,"
Laurie said reproachfully.
"How could that be? I was in the mood last night, but you weren't home."
Seeing her speechless, I was secretly pleased and turned over to sleep.
Thursday night, I stayed at Stephen's house until very late before going home; Laurie was already in bed. On Friday, knowing Laurie would be home early, I made plans with Stephen, but she had other things to do and couldn't come. With no other option, I went to a bar and flirted with three strange women until the early hours of the morning before going home. When I parted ways with those women, two of them gave me their phone numbers, while another woman named Julie directly invited me to her house on Saturday night.
Early Saturday morning, before Laurie even woke up, I got up and went out to play golf with my friends. When I got home around 2 PM, Laurie immediately asked me where I'd been all night.
I told her I'd gone out drinking with some colleagues after work and got so caught up in the fun that I forgot the time.
"But you should have called me!"
"But I didn't know if you were home. You're usually not home, so calling you would be a waste of my time."
Around 4 PM, I got dressed to go out again, but Laurie stopped me and asked where I was going. I told her I'd made plans to play cards with some friends.
"I might be back late, so don't wait for me,"
I said to her as I left.
Laurie glared at me angrily and slammed the door shut behind me. I couldn't help but chuckle and drove to Julie's house.
I picked Julie up and took her to a restaurant, a bar, and a nightclub to dance until after 11 PM. Later, when I dropped her off at her place, Julie invited me over. Julie lived in a very beautiful apartment; the room was elegantly decorated, and there were several paintings I really liked hanging on the walls.
Julie asked me to sit down and said, "Would you like a drink before or after?"
"What do you mean, before or after?"
I asked, feigning ignorance.
Julie stripped naked, standing in front of me in only stockings, a suspender top, and high heels, and said, "Before or after I fuck you until your soul leaves your body."
"Oh, are you sure you can fuck me until my soul leaves my body?"
"Of course."
"Why do you want to fuck me?"
"Because I like to fuck married men, that way there are no marriage issues, no emotional issues, we can just fuck each other to the death. Tell me, would you like a drink before or after?"
I hugged Julie's sexy body, stroking her smooth skin, and said, "After."
Then I started taking off my shirt.
"Come with me, darling."
Julie turned around and led me to her bedroom.
Julie lay on the bed, legs spread, and said to me, "Come on, darling, come fuck me. Play with my body, put it in my mouth, fuck my vagina, shove it in my anus, play with me like a prostitute."
Julie was a real slut; she fucked me in bed for three whole hours before letting me go. I ejaculated into her vagina, anus, and throat, leaving me feeling completely exhausted. She had asked me to stay the night, but then I suddenly wondered what I was doing all this for. Wasn't it to divorce Laurie?
On the way home, I found the answer. I was doing this entirely to provoke Laurie, to torment her emotionally. I wanted her to constantly beg me to have sex with her, and I would derive pleasure from constantly refusing her. At
four in the morning, I got home and went straight to sleep.
The next morning, I didn't explain why I was so late. Laurie was still trying to win me over. That night, she still wanted to have sex with me, but I told her again that I wasn't in the mood.
"I'll make you feel good, darling."
Laurie said, lowering her head to give me oral sex, but I pushed her away by the shoulder.
"Don't touch me, Laurie. I'm telling you, I'm not in the mood for this. Before, when I wanted to, you always told me you had a headache or something. Now I'm telling you, don't touch me, I don't want to do that."
Hearing this, Laurie angrily got out of bed and ran to the sofa in the living room. I chuckled to myself and quickly fell asleep.
For the next two weeks, I would spend the last three or four nights of the night messing around with Stephen or Julie until very late. When I got home, Laurie and I would start arguing. Then, I went on a four-day business trip and hooked up with a bar hostess in another city, having sex with her intensely for three nights. Before we parted, I made the woman smear her lipstick on my white shirt collar and spray some women's perfume on my suit. The woman thought I was crazy, but I knew very well that I didn't want to drag things out with Laurie any longer.
On Friday, when I returned home from out of town, Laurie wasn't home. I took off my dirty clothes, stained with lipstick and perfume, and tossed them into the laundry basket. There's a dry cleaner not far from Laurie's workplace, and Laurie usually takes our clothes there to get them cleaned and picked them up on her way to work. Then, I moved my things from the master bedroom to the guest bedroom. I left the last bag on the bed in the master bedroom until Laurie came back, then took it downstairs to the guest bedroom.
"What are you doing?"
Laurie asked, surprised.
"We haven't been getting along lately, and I don't know why, so I want to give myself some space to think things through. You know, I need to think carefully to find the root of the problem." "
The root of the problem is actually you. You've been avoiding me, pushing me away."
"Yes, Laurie, maybe you're right. That's what I need to figure out—why did I do that? I'm not saying I actually did it, but I need to think about it carefully."
Since Laurie and I started sleeping in separate rooms, she suddenly stopped working overtime at night. I remembered what Hansen had said: Laurie was just Wycliffe's short-term lover, so maybe Wycliffe had dumped her. Of course, Laurie wouldn't tell me she wasn't working overtime because she'd been dumped; she told me she now felt marriage was much more important than work, and she wanted to spend more time at home with me.
For the next two weeks, I still came home late four nights a week, telling Laurie I had to work, but actually I was on dates with Stephen or Julie. On Saturday nights, I'd go to Julie's to play poker.
Then, I had to go on a three-day business trip, and when I returned, Laurie was glaring at me angrily as soon as I walked in the door.
"You beast!"
Laurie yelled at me, "How are you going to explain all this!"
She threw a large envelope at me.
I opened the envelope and found a private investigator's report and many photos of Julie and me together. In the report, the private investigator detailed my encounter with Julie at the bar, our kiss, our dancing in each other's arms, and my stay at her apartment for five hours.
"Hmm? I'd like to know how you explain your behavior?"
I looked closely at the photos and said, "He didn't take any of my best photos."
I put the photos back in the envelope and handed them back to Laurie, continuing, "You can put these photos in our family album now."
With that, I went upstairs to put down my luggage and then came downstairs to leave.
"Where are you going? We need to talk!"
"There's nothing to talk about. I was away on a business trip for three days and haven't seen Julie since last Saturday."
With that, I walked out the door.
I spent the entire weekend with Julie, not returning home until Sunday night. Laurie wasn't home; she left a note saying she was staying at her mother's. I looked up the phone number in my phone book, found a locksmith, and asked him to come and change all the locks on my doors.
On Wednesday afternoon, I was busy in my office when a deliveryman came in and asked if I was Allen Topkinson. I said yes, and he handed me a large envelope to sign for. Seeing the envelope, I couldn't help but laugh, leaving the deliveryman completely bewildered.
Well, Laurie finally couldn't resist filing for divorce. As arranged by my lawyer, I didn't object to her divorce proceedings. However, despite not objecting, we encountered some difficulties during the process, and I had to hire another marriage lawyer to handle some matters.
After the court hearing, a eviction order was issued to Laurie, requiring her to move out of my house and stipulating that she could not return without court permission. Her representative appealed to the court, arguing that I had no right to apply for such an order, but my lawyer countered that she could live with her mother. Ultimately, the court awarded me the majority of our assets.
Throughout the divorce proceedings, all my conversations with Laurie were relayed through her lawyer; we didn't speak directly to each other, so I didn't tell her how I discovered the things she had done to wrong me.
The only slightly difficult part was that Laurie's parents wanted me to meet with them for a meal.
I had always had a good relationship with them, so I couldn't refuse. They were, of course, very eager to know what had happened between us and why I had treated their daughter that way. I told them the information I had obtained from the private investigator and then said, "I just want to settle things between us."
That night, I received a call from Laurie, and she berated me on the phone.
"How could you show those things to my parents, you bastard!"
"If I hadn't told them the truth, they would have thought I was a heartless bastard towards you. Now they understand that these things weren't my fault, and they would never have imagined that you were so promiscuous."
"But why didn't you tell me after you found out? If you had, I would have broken up with other men. Alan, it was just a coincidence. I was feeling a bit depressed for a while, and I met Sam by chance. I was just curious about the sexual relationship between black and white people. I love you, Alan, and I would love to be your wife. Actually, we could have resolved that issue. You should have told me sooner!"
"Come on, listen to what you're saying, Laurie! You can't be that stupid, can you? You should know that I have a deep prejudice against black people, yet you went and found a black man to cuckold me! You should know exactly how I feel. The day I found out about your affair with Wycliffe, our marriage was over!"
"Then why didn't you divorce me immediately, but instead played me for three months?"
Laurie asked.
"Because if I file for divorce, I'll suffer a huge loss. I've been playing games with you for three months just to make you file for divorce first, to make you pay the price."
"You're a bastard, Alan!"
"Yes, and you're an even bigger lying, slutty bitch!"
I said, and slammed the phone down.
Six months after the divorce, Laurie still tells every acquaintance she meets that she still loves me very much, but I never give her a chance to explain. When others tell me these things, I reply, "What's there to explain? She's an unfaithful wife; she cheated on me. Trust is gone; what's the point of keeping the marriage?"
Besides, I'm very happy now, enjoying wild sex with Stephen or Julie every day!

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