The White Box -- Part 2 - Sex Stories

The White Box -- Part 2

... history of Dana’s infidelity. There were dozens and dozens of receipts, still photos taken by hallway security cameras, and notarized statements from hotel employees. Dana had done nothing to hide her activities. He left at nine with a check for the rest of his $30,000 fee. Rita and I retired for the night. I chuckled at the thought that my libido would increase once my hormone replacement therapy had begun. I didn’t think that was possible. We spent more than an hour touching and kissing each other, my trepidation about my body long gone over the weekend. I loved the feel of Rita’s body—soft smooth skin over firm muscles. Her breasts, though small were incredibly sensitive. A mere touch of her areolas and nipples was enough to make her thoroughly wet and hot. I rolled her onto her side facing away from me and lifted her leg, placing it gently over my hip. Her hot cunt was open now, ready for my assault. Slowly I plunged into her, not stopping until I was deep within her core. Rita shuddered with delight at my onslaught. I pushed into her for several minutes before pulling her body onto mine. She rose up into reverse cowgirl to ride me like a wild mustang. When she leaned back I pinched her clit to bring her rapidly over the edge. She collapsed onto my body as I came—a dry orgasm with no ejaculation. This was something I’d have to get used to. I turned Rita over, pulled the blanket over us, and we drifted off to sleep. Rita whispered in my ear, “I love you, Martin,” just ...

... before she fell asleep. She never heard my reply—the first time I’d ever said the words to her. Tuesday was a repeat of Monday until 1:30 when Dave Barney arrived. I shared one of the thick files from Brett Lawrence with him. “Hmmm…Lawrence, eh? Good choice; they’re really thorough.” He spent twenty minutes checking through everything then I explained why I wanted the divorce. “You realize, don’t you, what a media nightmare this will become?” “Of course, Dave, but I think I have a way around that. The police tell me that the case will go to the grand jury next Monday. I’ll have to testify and I suspect they’ll have no difficulty indicting. That’s when the press will get involved. They’ll hound me for interviews, but I plan to handle all of that right here—all of them at once—in the Board Room. By the time the divorce becomes public it will be old news.” “I’ve been meaning to ask you—why do you have a Board Room when you have no board?” What am I going to call it—the conference room? That sounds kind of like high school. I’ve given some thought to going public, even to stepping down. This episode with Dana had given me a lot to think about, but that’s in the future. Let’s deal with the here and now.” Dave went over everything, finishing by asking, “Have you heard anything from Dana?” “Not a peep,” I replied then I told him about the check. “I’ve even left her credit cards alone at the police’s request. I have no idea where she’s getting money from, but she hasn’t yet touched ...