The weather was awful, so my plane had to circle the airport for almost forty minutes, making me over an hour late getting out.
I paid the cab driver to get me home as fast as she could, but I knew I was late, and Alice had to leave for the company holiday party before me. I called her from the plane as soon as it landed, but there was no response, so I texted her, and there was no response. I knew she was mad and would give me hell about this, but it was not my fault. Mother Nature and Delta had dealt with this hand, not me. Either way, Alice had clarified that I could not be late, and I should plan to be home on Thursday to make sure.
Well, that just wasn’t possible. I signed the five-year contract, my biggest deal ever, at noon at the Board of Directors luncheon. This contract was worth over $100,000 per year in commissions, so I would do whatever the client wanted, wouldn’t you? You damn right you would.
The sad thing was I had kept the commission part from Alice so I could surprise her tonight by telling her the great news and then giving her an early Christmas present of a beautiful Emerald cocktail ring and matching tennis bracelet. Alice loved Emeralds and had always wanted a ring like this one. I added the bracelet to make it a matched set. She would love it.
I texted her when I got home.
My text: “So sorry to be late. The weather and Delta delayed my flight. I'll be on my way in twenty minutes. Love you.”
I jumped in the shower and dressed at rocket speed, and the Uber was waiting outside. The rain had finally stopped. I tipped the driver to get me to the Ritz as fast as he could. The Atlanta traffic wasn’t bad, but he took the back roads and got to the Ritz in twenty minutes. That still meant I was almost ninety minutes late arriving. Alice would not be happy, NO, she would be pissed.
Alice is the CEO and Managing Partner of Atlanta's largest all-female-managed law firm. She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it and on time. She did not tolerate delay, and that included me. She is a striking woman of forty, tall, with jet black hair, long legs, firm 36C breasts matching wide hips, and an overall exquisite body. I love every inch of her and try to show her how much I get every chance, which is never enough.
She is the mother of our twin daughters Lana and Laura, both just turned twenty and are just as headstrong and strikingly beautiful as their mother. They are juniors at the University of Georgia. Excellent students want to go into law. They are Alpha Gamma Delta Sorority members, following in their mother's footsteps. This week, they are off in Aspen with some of their sorority buddies and their man friends, skiing and doing what college kids do: have sex and party.
I walked into the ballroom, seeing it filled with over two hundred people. The Atlanta Showstoppers band was playing their incredible nonstop playlist Alice and her staff had put together. The liquor was poured, and food stations were all around the room.
I walked across the room looking for Alice and was greeted by people as I moved along. I stopped at a bar and ordered an iced glass of Kettle One vodka. I took a drink and had the bartender top it off. It was a free pour, so he could have given me the bottle.
As I stood there a minute, Trace Phillips stopped. He is the lead litigation on all civil cases for the firm. “Hey Roy, I see you finally got here. Alice told me while we were dancing that she said you were late, plane delay. She was not happy!”
His tone was a little snide. He was an asshole, very full of himself, and made it known to me that Alice had danced with him. What a prick!
I was polite and defended my lateness with, “Well, it couldn’t be avoided. I signed the second largest contract our company has ever had at lunch today, then the weather and Delta took care of the rest, but I am here now!”
He backed off his high horse a little and congratulated me. “Good Job Roy. Have you seen Alice yet?”
“No, I was looking for her when you stopped me. I should find her.”
“I saw her with Thurman Tadmor dancing a minute ago. She is probably still with him. They make a nice dance couple.”
What a prick, I thought, always trying to needle me, but he is like that with everyone. But just the mention of Thurman Tadmor’s name made the hair on my neck stand up. He is the CEO of one of the firm's largest corporate clients, and Alice seems to pay special attention to him when he is around, and he seems to be around a lot. His company is worth millions in billable hours to the firm, so special attention is required for a client like that, but Alice seems to be more involved than she should be, making me wonder.
Thurman was a handsome man late forties, with a full head of salt and pepper hair and a long face with sharp features. He looked to be in excellent shape, standing at just six feet. He was suave and, as you can imagine, was very smooth with the women. He talked, as you would say. He was not cocky but exuded extreme confidence. The rumor is that he is a ‘man about town,’ you might say. He was married but divorced his wife without fanfare when she cheated on him with her fitness trainer. He let her go, and there was no big scandal. Alice had handled the divorce personally. It had been several years since then; he had dated many women but had not settled down. The rumor was he liked married women that he could seduce, bed them, and add them to his secret harem for callback sex in the future. It's a good gig if you can get it, I guess. I hoped Alice had not made the terrible choice to become a member of his harem.
I walked around the room but did not see Alice or Thurman, for that matter. I stopped and talked to a few people while scanning the room for them, but no Alice. Then I saw her as she and Thurman left the room. That disturbed me.
It was almost forty minutes, another tall vodka, and a few conversations when my eyes caught Alice and Thurman coming back through the door together. I watched them closely. Alice slicked her hands down over her dress front and back to ensure any wrinkles were smoothed away. She also brushed her fingers across her face and lips, turning to Thurman and asking him something. He looked into her face and responded, then Alice wiped her lips and licked them. I had seen her do that when she gave me a blow job in a bar restroom. I wondered.
As for Thurman, the whole time they walked into the room, his left hand was resting at the top of Alice's right ass cheek, slightly below her hip. There was that confidence he commanded. I thought it was odd that Alice never moved to remove his hand or adjust it off of her ass.
I moved my position and saw that Alice was carrying her cell phone. I had taken two pictures, one with Alice looking up at Thurman messing with her make-up and one with Thurman’s hand on her ass. I sent them to her in a text with a message:
My text: “Hi, my love. I have been here for almost an hour, and I have not been able to find you. I saw Trace, and he said that you were dancing with Thurman Tadmor, and you looked good together. You never responded to my earlier messages, so Thurman occupied you. I saw you two come back into the room, so I don’t guess you care if I am here or not. I will leave you to it so you and Thurman can have an enjoyable evening together.”
Anger, jealousy, and a considerable amount of Kettle One were in my message.
I slowly approached the door when a hand grabbed my arm. I turned, and there was Alice with Thurman right by her side.
“Roy, there you are. How long have you been here?” Alice leaned up and kissed me. I looked at her. “Hi,” accepting her kiss, not giving her anything in return. I also did not acknowledge Thurman in any way. That caught her off guard.
We looked at each other in silence. It was an awkward moment.
I went for it. I reached down and pulled up her hand, holding her cell phone. “Alice, I have called you twice and sent you five text messages this evening, keeping you posted on my travel delays and when I will be here. You have not bothered to respond to any of them, yet you have your cell phone in your hand. That makes me assume that you are ignoring me. Am I right? As I left, I sent you another text explaining that my attendance here tonight was meaningless to you, so I did not need to be here. I do not need to be subjected to the humiliation of your total disregard for me while you spend all your time with Thurman here! So, good night. I will see you at home if you do come home tonight.”
I turned and walked out the door.
As I walked down the hall, Alice ran up to me. “Ok, I am sorry, I was pissed you were late, and I was being a bitch. I am sorry. Please stop, I don’t want you to go.”
I stopped and looked at her. I pulled her out of the traffic flow into a corner.
“Alice, you don’t want me here. I saw you and Thurman leave the room for almost forty minutes. When you returned, you were straightening your dress, worried about your make-up, and wiping your mouth. Thurman had his hand on your ass, and you did nothing to move it. If you had looked at your phone, you would have seen all my messages and the two pictures I took. So don’t try to fool me that you give a fuck about me being here. What I saw tonight only confirms my suspicions about you and Thurman since you took care of his divorce. I know your fucking him. I don’t have the proof yet, so go back to my lover boy, and I will see you at home if you come home tonight. But be forewarned, when I get the hard evidence I need, I will divorce you and bury both of your reputations!”
I waited a minute. The look on Alice's face was a Master Card moment: shock, confusion, and total desperation. I was still determining if I had hit the bullseye or completely misjudged what I saw. Then tears began rolling down her cheeks, and she collapsed against the wall. She said nothing, no confirmation or denial. Bullseye!
Just as I was about to leave, Thurman appeared. Before a word passed through his lips, my right fist hit him in the left jaw. I heard a crack, and Thurman hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Alice looked at me with shock, then down at Thurman. I called 911. Alice moved quickly, kneeling, “Thurman, are you okay?” She looked at me. “You should go. I will handle this. I will be home soon, and we will talk.”
I reached into my pocket and brought out the velvet-covered box. “I bought this for you as an early Christmas present to celebrate my success closing today's huge contract. But you don’t give a fuck about any of that. It is all about you, Alice, it always is! Well, Merry Fucking Christmas, Alice. I dropped the box on the floor, turned, and walked out.
The doorman hailed me a cab, and I was off home. I had no clue what the future of my marriage to Alice held.
As I rode along, I questioned myself. Was I correct in my assumption that Alice and Thurman were having an affair or just a casual fuck or two now and then?
I thought about this evening, and one thing that struck me was Trace's comment. That Alice and Thurman made a ‘nice couple dancing.’ I wondered if that statement had another meaning as well. I may be reading too much into it, but it did seem odd that everyone seemed Okay, that Alice and Thurman were together the whole time I was there, and she was not with me. It was like I was OK with them being together, which I was not.
I arrived home, tipped off the cabby, and went inside. The house was dark. There was no life in it, and I felt extremely uncomfortable. The night was not going as it should have, and now I had to wonder what was in store for me when Alice came home, assuming she did come home tonight.
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Roy had not listened to me and came home yesterday like I told him. He said he had an important meeting today, and his plane should return in plenty of time to be ready to go on time. He didn’t understand that this night was especially important to me, and it would not look good if we did not go together. It would be seen as a weakness, and I could not show any weakness in my position as CEO.
His plane was delayed, confirming he was not going with me and would get to the party as soon as possible. I was pissed now. I stewed over things as I slipped into my bath and soaked. I grew madder and also saw an opportunity to teach Roy a lesson. I made a call to Thurman Tadmor.
“Thurman, Roy has been delayed and cannot accompany me to the party. I cannot come alone, so will you pick me up and take me to the party tonight? Roy will come as soon as his plane lands, and he can get dressed. I will make it worth your while.”
“Alice, you know I would love to be your date. What did you have in mind?”
“I will come up with something, or you can come up with something and see if I am game.”
“OK, what time do I need to pick you up?”
“6:30 pm.”
“OK, I’ll be there.”
OK, now I have cast my lot for tonight. Roy will not be happy, but neither will I. We will see how things go.
I had planned a special night for Roy and me. I booked a suite that had a splendid view of the city. I was going to sneak us upstairs during the party and make love to him, then later, we would have a wild night catching up on all our missed sex this week. I also had a special early Christmas present for him, but now none of that will happen. Roy will have to learn to listen to me.
Maybe Thurman will have a use for my suite; I would hate it to go to waste.
I soaked in the tub. I closed my eyes and thought about Thurman; we had mistakenly been together once and purposely once. He is a beautiful, sexy man. He has normal equipment and is adequate in bed, but he is no where near as well equipped as Roy, and Roy is an amazing fucker, making me cum over and over. Thurman did make me cum with his fingers and mouth and the second time with his cock. It was glorious but nothing like Roy.
Neither time was I excited that it happened. The first time we were in a meeting, we took a break for an hour while some documents were drawn up. Thurman took me to his office to relax and have a drink. I needed the bathroom, so I used the private one in his office. While I was inside, Thurman knocked on the door and asked if he could come in. I was shocked. He pleaded with me to let him in, so I opened the door. I was still sitting on the toilet. Thurman smiled and asked me. “Councilor, please show me your pussy?”
I was shocked and unsure why I had let him in the room. I looked up at him, then at the bulge in his pants. I was instantly horny. Roy was away for this week, and I had not had sex in four days. I did not know what got into me, but I needed it, and I knew I was not letting Thurman fuck me. Maybe a blow job in return for fingers and tongue.
I smiled. “Tit for tat, you show me your cock, and I’ll show you, my pussy.”
In seconds Thurman’s cock was standing at attention, sticking out of his pants with a bubble of precum on its tip. I licked my lips, and Thurman stepped forward. I looked into his eyes, and there was sexual hunger there. I opened my mouth and licked the precum off his tip. He was salty, but the effect was as if you had thrown gasoline on me; I was on fire. I gripped his cock and swallowed him. Thurman grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. I reached up and squeezed his balls. He groaned, and his balls emptied, filling my mouth with his hot cum. I swallowed twice and got it all.
Thurman stepped back against the sink. Sitting on the toilet, I took off my panties and handed them to Thurman. He put them to his face, inhaling deeply, and moaned, “Alice, your aroma is so sweet. I have to eat your pussy.”
I stood, and I walked past him to the couch. I pulled my skirt up over my breasts so it would not wrinkle. I spread my legs, putting one on the back of the couch and the other on the coffee table. I was spread wide open. My hand played with my pussy spreading my lips and pushing a finger inside, teasing Thurman.
“We don’t have much time, so get down here and eat this sweet thing before I have to make myself cum.”
Thurman was on my pussy in a flash, devouring me and finger fucked me. I was so fucking hot that I exploded, wetting the couch and Thurman’s face. He kept eating me, and I came again. I looked at the clock; we had twenty minutes. I pushed him away and sat up. His cock was still hard, so I moved over, pulling him onto the couch. I sucked his cock once more until he came again. He was so primed I only bobbed on him three times, and he filled my mouth again. This load was smaller but tasted a little sweeter.
I quickly returned to the bathroom with my handbag and fixed my makeup. Thurman was changing his shirt to another white one with the same tie.
We made it back to the meeting, chatting as if that was what we had been doing the whole time we were gone.
The second time we were together was my doing. I was pissed off at Roy for going on a fishing trip with his buddies over the weekend after he had been traveling on business all week. I wanted some ‘me time’ with him, loving and hard fucking but Roy didn’t give me any of that, so I knew where I could get it. I invited Thurman to our house for dinner and let things happen.
We had a wonderful steak and corn dinner with a couple of great bottles of wine. We sat on the back deck and cuddled by the fire pit; then, I gave Thurman the dessert he wanted. He ate it, fucked it, and fingered it almost all night. I came many times, and I was satisfied on two fronts. First, I had cheated on Roy for leaving this weekend, and Thurman made me cum. I felt the power. I knew I had him where I wanted. He would be my client as long as I wanted him to be, and there would never be a repeat of tonight.
