Drinks Later Pt 03

THE LAWYER AND THE SECRETARY

I skipped out of work early Wednesday and went to see the doctor. I explained the situation and said I needed a paternity test for my daughters. He got my DNA swab and gave me two kits and explained how to do it to the girls. They would test these samples, but he warned me that I may have to bring them in to be tested if the results were unclear. I agreed to get the samples back to his office quickly. He then gave me a thorough physical and took enough blood to fill an ocean. I told him to please check for all possible sexual diseases.

Next stop was to see Jack Parsons. His office was on the 18th floor overlooking Lake Michigan. The entire office was done in teak wood with a large sailboat painting behind his desk and that killer view to the right looking east. His secretary Margie, a young auburn-haired beauty with brown eyes hiding behind wire-rimmed glasses, had ushered me in. Jack also looked tan and fit. I guessed he must be early to mid-sixties in age. I pride myself on my physique, but I'd hate to go up against him even if he is that much older than me.

"Alex!" His handshake was strong. "Welcome! So glad to meet you! Please, have a seat!"

"Thank you."

"Margie," he said to the beauty behind me, "Why don't you get us - Alex, water, coffee, or, hell, it's late, how about a beer?"

I nodded. "You know, that sounds pretty good!" I just hoped it wouldn't knock me out after my earlier doctor visit.

"Great! Bring us two!"

"I'll get three," she smiled.

I couldn't help looking around at the office and the view. He noticed.

"I should have been a sailor," he mused. "All my life, the water has called my name. Luckily, I stumbled into a career that gave me a couple of pennies to indulge myself, but if I had my druthers, I'd be out there forever."

"I totally understand." I was just mesmerized.

Margie came back in and handed me a cold bottle of beer. She handed one to Jack and then set another down near him. "For later," he whispered to me.

"Holler if you need me," she started for the door but stopped and nodded to me. "Nice meeting you, Alex."

"You too," I smiled back at her.

"So," he sat back in his chair as he studied me intently. "Your little family Titanic has just hit the iceberg and you're sinking fast, aren't you?"

"You certainly are the sailor," I smiled and held up the beer bottle in salute before taking a swig. "But yes, I am sinking. I guess what's tough about the whole thing is that I'm the only one who knows the entirety of what is happening. Everyone else is blissfully unaware. Even Jennifer."

"Alright," he pulled his pen and a legal pad out in front of him. "I know we chatted the other day on the phone through Bob, but I need you to go over everything with me again. I want each and every detail."

So, I did. I gave him our life story all the way up to a week ago. He only interrupted a few times for clarification. Then in detail I described what happened when she called about the swapped computers, the evening when she called and we transferred the files, how abrupt she was with me, and then how I found the file of videos. I explained what Bob was having me do and what I had found thus far, including the 'drinks later' code. And that video #19 had shown up as I expected. I ended by telling him I had just visited the doctor and had the kits with me to test my kids.

"I need you to understand," he started, "As attorney to client, or as attorney to attorney, I cannot condone the actions that you have decided to undertake."

"Now wait a second," I sat forward in my seat. "You and Bob are the ones who suggested it. What do you mean, 'you can't condone it'?"

"Yes, we did," he nodded. "But as an attorney, I can't. And you know that. I'm just reminding you that you are going to be on your own if or when this blows up. I'll protect you as best I can, but if they get through me, you'll be on the receiving end."

"Yeah, I know. I just don't see another way."

"From a personal standpoint, I absolutely agree." He was nodding, too. "I'd do the same thing. But professionally, I can't agree. So, where do we stand at this point?"

"I have forwarded Bob everything I found in the emails. There are more names and companies than there are on the videos, so he is doing the research to match up everyone in the videos. He said it'll take some time."

"Sounds good. I'll reach out to him and have him give me updates also." He stood up and went to a file cabinet and pulled out a thick packet of paperwork. "In the meantime, I need you to fill this out."

"And this is?" I questioned as he handed it to me.

"Your life history in money terms." He was very direct. "I need everything, down to the girls' allowance."

"Yes, sir."

"I'll need it soon."

I nodded.

"Finally, my bill," he handed me another sheet. As with Bob, also very ugly. "Half now and the other half later. You can pay Margie."

I sighed.

"You'll get through this," he was smiling. "And I'm here to help."

I glanced out his window at the glistening blue water. "Just a little storm before clear sailing."

"Ha!" he laughed. "Maybe we should both run away to the sea!"

I laughed too, standing and extending my hand. "Thank you. I needed that."

"I know," he nodded.

Climbing into my car in the parking garage below Jack's building, I glanced at my watch. Both appointments were faster than I planned so I had some free time. I saw the laptop sitting there and took a deep breath. I need to watch her last video. I looked around the garage where I was parked. It was quiet and the space on either side was empty, so I didn't think I'd be disturbed. I set up the laptop and logged into her screen. I took a deep breath and then clicked on video #19.

There were two older guys wearing nothing but white briefs watching as the camera came on.

"What the hell took so long?" asked one.

"Just some computer and family issues. But it's all better now. Oh, champagne! Is this for me?"

I clicked pause. My blood was boiling! Computer and family issues? That's when she called me. That's why she wouldn't - no, couldn't - talk to me and let me tuck her in. Because these two bastards were in the next room waiting to fuck her!! And she was wearing nothing but a sheer negligee and black nylons. Where the hell had those come from? I clicked 'play' again and watched as she began to kiss each of the old bastards. My whole body began to shake. I started pounding on the steering wheel and cussing her out. "Damn you! Damn you, Jen! How could you!?!"

Just then a tap at my window beside me made me jump in my seat. It was Margie. "Are you OK?"

I rolled the window down to speak to her. I know I was beat red from embarrassment. "Uh, hi Margie. Yeah, you just surprised me."

She smiled then started walking around to the passenger side. "Open the door," she commanded.

I did and she jumped in beside me. "You look like you can use some company. Jack outlined your situation to me, and I think it's awful! Is that one of the videos? Oh, she's pretty!"

All this was said before I uttered a sound.

"Let's watch together," she smiled mischievously. She was holding the laptop.

"I guess so." I agreed.

As the bodies intertwined on the screen and my wife's mouth was moving back and forth sucking on cocks, Margie's breathing began to get shallower. "When I watch sex, I get horny. Hope you don't mind?" she bit her lower lip.

"No, not at all." I muttered, not sure where she was going with this.

As her right hand balanced the laptop, her left hand moved to my leg, and she began rubbing quickly working up to my hardening cock. For a moment, I was stunned, but, regaining my senses, I put my right arm over her shoulders, then guided her head towards me as our lips met. The kiss was long and passionate.

"Very nice," I muttered, as we came up for air.

"You need release," she took off her glasses and set them on the dash. Then she handed the laptop to me. "Hold this where I can see it."

Jennifer was now laying on the bed and one of the bastards had his face between her legs. The other had moved towards her face as she massaged his cock with one hand while keeping the other on the back of the first guy's head.

Margie had slid down the seat and twisted towards me and began unzipping my pants.

"What are you doing!?" I was trying to be quiet.

"You need release," she repeated, looking up at me.

By now, she had my pants open and pulled them down. She then grabbed my briefs and began pulling on them. I had no choice but to rise off the seat slightly to allow her access. She began by rubbing my now free cock up and down. She then slobbered on it allowing the saliva to become her lube. It felt fantastic. I leaned back in the seat to enjoy. I still balanced the screen where she could view it and I could see it a little. But I didn't care what was on the screen. The fingers and tongue playing with my cock trumped anything else.

She glanced up at me and our eyes locked for a second before she began to swallow my now lubricated member. Luckily, it was fully at attention for her enjoyment. As she began to suck it and rub my balls, I tried to reach my free arm to any sexual parts of her body but with the angle she was contorted in, there was no way. All I could do was run my hand through her dazzling auburn hair.

But I remembered we were still in a public parking garage so I kept an eye on the mirrors to make sure no one else would surprise us. That started getting more difficult though, with the ministrations she was doing to me. This felt so good! Why doesn't my wife do this and make me feel this good?

I looked back at the screen while guiding Margie's head up and down. Jennifer was now being fucked hard and her moans were loud. I knew those moans well. It was a surreal experience as I felt the familiar build up in my cock.

"I'm there!" I cried.

"Good," she gurgled. "I want to drink it all. Come on, give it to me!"

That's all it took. My release was powerful, and she swallowed most of it. She reached up with one hand and wiped a little come from her cheek. Jennifer had come at the same time. But she was still going at it. I clicked it off.

Margie continued to suck my cock like she was cleaning up a mess. "You taste so good."

"That was fantastic!" I stammered. "I want to do the same for you."

I began to reach for her, but she pulled back. "Not today," she smiled, looking quite disheveled. "I've got an appointment."

She sat up in the passenger seat again and pulled down the visor mirror to fix her makeup and put her glasses back on. I pulled up my pants. She turned and smiled. "Feel better?"

"Yes! I want to do more!"

"What's your number?" she pulled out her phone.

After telling her, she typed into her phone and sent me the text. "Now you have my contact info. Let me know when you need more release. And we'll be seeing each other when you see Jack."

"You keep saying 'release'," I commented. "That's an interesting word."

"You tell me." She smiled. "After that, how do you feel?"

"Definitely released! And like a million bucks! Margie, I don't know what to say. Thank you is not enough. This whole week has been awful and then you - someone I just met and said two words to - does this." I shook my head. "Do you do this with all Jack's clients?"

"Only the cute ones!" she winked. "And my boyfriend and I aren't serious yet, so I like to play!"

"Nothing serious from anyone?" I inquired.

She shook her head and gave me a sly smile. "No, I like to play. And play around. So, call me after you split if you need some fun! Or just release."

"I will."

She leaned over and gave me another long kiss before opening the door and getting out. "Bye!"

And with that she left. I watched her walk to her car nearby and wave as she pulled out and drove away. I picked up the computer and shut off the video and then logged out of Jennifer's screens. Then I started the car to drive home. This was the first time I had ever had sex with another woman since my marriage. I realized I was now an unfaithful husband going home to an extremely unfaithful wife.

FEELING AMBIVALENT

Tuesday night played out almost the same as it had the month before. I lounged on the bed watching Jennifer pack while the girls were running wild. "Can you calm them down and get them ready for bed," she looked exasperated.

"Sure!" I jumped up and tackled them in the hallway and drug them to bed. I started telling them a bedtime story and they each calmed down to listen. Jen appeared a few minutes later and kissed them each goodnight. She reminded them that Daddy was in charge till Friday and that she couldn't wait to see them again.

When we finally were in bed, she cuddled up against me with her back to me. "Want to play?" I whispered, my mouth beside her ear.

"Oh! That tickles!" she jumped. "But no, not tonight. I'm tired."

"OK." I kissed the top of her head and laid back on the pillow.

"I'll be home Friday," she whispered back. "Then I'll take good care of my husband! Alright?"

"OK."

During our usual hectic morning at the breakfast table, I realized my wallet was still up on the dresser, so I ran back up to get it. As I turned to leave, I caught sight of the camera case in the closet. "Please be there," I muttered, as I picked it up. It wasn't. The bag was empty. Not a good sign, I thought, shaking my head.

Back downstairs, I asked when she was leaving and returning.

"I've got some meetings this morning," she said. "I head to the airport around noon. On Friday, I won't be back till around 7 o'clock."

"Alright," I kissed her goodbye. "Call me tonight."

"If I can," she started.

"You can," I glared at her. "I'll talk to you tonight."

"We'll see," she smiled that thousand-watt smile at me.

It's impossible to be stern when I'm up against that smile. "Tonight! Love you!"

"Love you, too!"

I called Bob from the car while headed to the office. "I assume you're all set?"

"I am," he stated. "Same flight out and back. I'll be keeping an eye on her. Next week you'll have all your ducks in a row."

"Did you figure out where she's staying," I asked.

"No, but remember, we installed a tracker on her computer. I promise, I'll have answers. I'll talk to you Monday."

"Have a good trip," I said. Part of me wanted to be going, too, but I knew that wouldn't be the best course of action at that moment. Better to let Bob, a non-emotional professional handle this. I might end up in prison for the rest of my life if I'm too close. Because someone would probably die.

That evening, I had just picked up the girls when Jennifer called. I put her on the speaker. "Hi, Mommy!" the girls yelled in unison.

"Hey, girls! Mommy sure misses you! Make sure you be good for Daddy!" She was cheerful.

"Bye, Mommy!" they yelled.

I pulled the phone off speaker. "You're calling earlier than I expected."

"You made me promise to call you today," she said. "So, I'm calling. I don't want to get in trouble with my husband."

"OK," I was suspicious. "So, how's it going and what's on tap tonight?"

"Going great! I'm on my way to the hotel. I am meeting them for dinner and then my presentation is tomorrow. Oh, Alex, it's so beautiful here. I just love looking out at the mountains."

"I wish we were there with you," I answered.

"Me too!" she said. "Did you get our tickets for next week?"

"I did," I said. "We're leaving Friday to St. Pete's. I got us a room with a view of the water. I can't wait."

"Oh, that'll be so much fun! OK, honey, looks like I'm here, so I'm going to let you go. I'll call Friday before I leave. Wish me luck! I love you!" she sounded out of breath.

"Love you, too!" The line went dead.

I called Brian and invited him over. We again took the girls to Pizza Time, so they could play, and I had a sounding board.

"So," he said, after the girls had run off to play. "Give me updates."

"Jennifer's in Denver now," I started. I took a deep breath. "Home Friday. I'm guessing a new video will be made tonight."

"Ouch!"

"Yep. But it's all coming to a head. Bob followed her out there. He's going to update me Monday."

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Strangely ambivalent at the moment," I offered. "Whether or not a new video shows up, I'm taking her to Florida next week to get away from everything. I think that trip will push me off the fence. I guess we'll see."

"Good luck," he said, shaking his head. "Wish I could offer more."

"Me too!" I laughed. "Jack's got all the paperwork ready if I file."

"Then you met Margie?" he asked. "I think she's stunning!"

"She is," I agreed, welcoming the change of subject.

"I'm going to ask her out," he stated firmly.

"She's got a boyfriend," I offered. "But I don't think it's serious."

"How do you know?" he asked, accusingly.

"She told me when I was waiting for Jack." I lied because I certainly wasn't going to share our parking garage meet up.

"Oh," he relaxed. "Think I've got a chance?"

"I've got another meeting with him Tuesday," I stated. "I'll put in a good word for you."

"Thanks!" He seemed relieved. "Besides, playing matchmaker will help take your focus off your problems!"

"Yeah," I agreed, laughing. "It will!"

We had another beer then called it a night. Back at home, I put the girls to bed, then went down and stretched out on the couch. My feelings began to flood my entire body. My beautiful wife is with someone else at this very moment having sex. And I am here. The tears flowed freely. I just let them come.

DUCKS IN A ROW

Monday morning found me in Bob's office sitting again at the old conference table where this journey had started. Suzy got me some hot coffee while Bob was getting all his materials together. He laid out different manila folders around the table in front of me.

"How are you holding up?" he asked.

"I guess you're going to tell me," I answered. "But I've resigned myself to accepting whatever you have to say."

"Before I start," he was still laying out materials. "How was the weekend?"

"Wonderful," I sighed. "She was the perfect loving mother and wife. And, come to think about it, every time she has returned from one of her trips, she's more loving than ever. It just makes me sick to know that I can't satisfy her. But I can't. And the camera was missing again. But now it's back. So, I know there is another video coming."

Bob nodded. "There is."

"Thought you'd say that." I nodded.

"OK," he started. He pulled out a photo from the first manila folder. "Let's talk about Denver. We arrived at 4:15 Wednesday afternoon and she met with this man."

I leaned over to look at the picture. There was Jennifer shaking hands with a medium build man I guessed to be about 40. "This is Ted Carter. He's a senior VP for JK Manufacturing. Twice married with three kids. Lives in Aurora. He's been married to Karla for four years."

"Quite the dossier," I muttered, still studying the picture.

"I have this same dossier on every one of her male counterparts," he calmly added.

"Oh!"

"He drove her to the downtown Hilton," he was reviewing his notes. "They checked her into room 420. She went up alone. Ted here, went into the restaurant and sat at the bar having a drink. At 6:30, he was joined by these two men, Jerry King and Jason Green."

He had pulled another photo of the three men together. "Jerry is the older one. He's the sole owner of JK and Jason is the other VP. Together, they run the company. Jerry is married to Ruth. No kids. Jason is married to Melinda. Two small kids."

"Jennifer came down about 10 minutes later and joined them. The dinner talk was a little about business and then each of the four talked about their families. You were even spoken about in a positive light." He smiled at me.