MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 2 - Sex Stories

MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 2

... time I spoke for almost a half hour before agreeing to an early appointment tomorrow morning—Saturday--at his business. CHAPTER 5 I left work early that afternoon, noticing that Ted’s office was closed and dark. The elevator was almost empty as I rode down the eight floors to the parking garage. My ride home was silent. I couldn’t even stand listening to the radio. I needed the embrace of my wife. She was waiting for me at the door dressed for dinner in a sexy black dress. Jennie could see instantly that I was in distress so she took my briefcase and led me to the couch where she held my cheek to her breast. I couldn’t help myself—I broke down immediately, my tears staining her dress. I didn’t care and neither did she. Finally, my tears ended and I sat up. Jennie ran to the kitchen, returning a moment later with a damp dish towel that she used to wipe my face. “The horrible news first,” I began. “Ted has stage III lung cancer.” Jennie gasped. She knew Ted and his wife Sharon well. We had even sat for their two kids while Ted and Sharon had taken a long weekend as a second honeymoon. “Apparently, they expect the worst. Ted told me he didn’t expect to live long.” I saw tiny tears form at the corners of her eyes. “Can there be any good news after that?” “There shouldn’t be, but there is—Ted recommended me to replace him. Robert agreed; Vice President for Accounting and Audits, 130K plus a bonus. The news will be released at an announcement ceremony—10:00 Monday morning. I’d ...

... appreciate if you could join me and smile for the photos even though I know just how hard it will be. Why don’t you change your dress and we’ll go out to eat?” “Why don’t you take yours off and let me eat you?” “That would be a great idea any other time, but for the first time in my life I’m not in the mood. I hope you’ll understand.” She laid her hand on my left cheek and her cheek on my right. She stayed like that for several minutes then rose and pulled me up. I followed her to the bedroom like a zombie. She placed me near the bed and removed my clothes. Once hers were off Jennie placed me into the bed and pulled the blankets over us. She stayed there with me all night holding and soothing me with her body. Just before falling asleep we agreed that we had to move on. We’d mourn Ted when he passed, but we still had to live our lives as best we could. We were up early Saturday morning drinking coffee when I told her about my final conversation with Simon Alcott. “You know I’m afraid of guns. I don’t think I could ever shoot someone, even someone I hate like that awful Simon.” “I know. That’s why we have an appointment with one of my clients at 9:30. He’s a dog trainer; he trains guard dogs. I doubt that Alcott would have done anything if you’d had a big German Shepherd around.” “I’ve never had a dog, before. What if it bites me?” “She won’t. She’ll be a part of our family, but one who will follow orders. I don’t know yet if we’ll be able to fuck on the floor like we’ve done, but ...