MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 4 - Sex Stories

MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 4

... then his business took off and work became his life and his wife. I had my share of lovers, maybe more than my share, but I had the decency to keep my mouth closed and my affairs private. I’ll want you as my accountant. It’s good to know I’m dealing with an honest man for a change. Simon insisted we use some friend of his and I strongly suspect he took advantage. I have an appointment with Mr. Reinhardt in fifteen minutes. I intend to tell him how impressed I am with you. I will insist on you handling my account personally.” “I don’t know if we can do that, but we do have an outstanding accounting staff.” “I assure you that Mr. Reinhardt will agree. You’ll manage my entire portfolio—more than one hundred million dollars. Thank you for meeting with me about my account. The other thing will remain our secret.” “Yes, I’m sure it will.” We rose and I walked around the desk to shake her hand. I escorted her up in the elevator to Robert’s office. The following morning I had another performance review. It was confirmed then that I would manage Mrs. Alcott’s funds and I’d receive an additional $40,000 salary due to the extra work. Actually, Robert and I both understood all too clearly that I’d pass along an equivalent amount of work to my staff, but that was left unsaid. Once I had absorbed that news Robert gave me the bombshell. “I want to discuss your bonus for the year.” I was suddenly nervous, but I almost pissed my pants ten seconds later. “What do you think is our biggest ...

... division, Tim?” “Um…if I had to guess I’d say either stocks or mutual funds. I know we get a five percent commission on every purchase and sale.” “Not even close; we have a dozen sales personnel and four secretaries in stocks and fewer than that in mutual funds. How many do you have?” “Thirty-seven accountants, nine pool secretaries, Gayle, her secretary, and Claire, but a lot of our fees are small.” “That’s true, but your division earns a profit of more than five million a year. It’s the backbone of the business and all of us in management know it. It’s my practice to give ten percent of the division’s profit as the VP’s bonus. You’ll receive a check for $523,000 less taxes a week from Friday. Nice going, Tim; you earned it.” He clapped me on the back, rose and shook my hand enthusiastically. “Thanks, too, for your help with our dog. That couldn’t have worked out better.” I returned to my office in shock. I had barely sat my butt in my chair when my private line rang. “Tim Healey,” I said as I answered. “Hi, baby…busy?” “No, but I have some news. I got another raise today and I learned about my bonus, too. We need to celebrate. You up to going out to dinner tonight?” “I don’t know, Tim. I’m feeling a bit odd. The baby’s been kicking all day and my back is killing me.” “Are you okay? Need me to come home?” “No, but I do miss you. I’d say more, but your folks are here for a short visit.” I couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Both my parents knew, as did her mom, how often we made love. ...