I Was So Happy About My Promotion. Part one.
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Author's Note. This is kind of complex true story, I go back and forth in Ella's family life and bear with me I'm trying to set the table for what I think will be a wild ride. There will be elements of bigamy, interracial, loving wives, abuse, BDSM, betrayal and perfidy of the rankest order. I always try to let the story come from my characters and my memory of course. Cheers and be kind.
I was happy to go out with my husband to celebrate this was a big deal, we had offices in Washington D.C. as well as Seattle. I had been working with the firm and my boss James (Jimmy in his office), he has been in charge in Seattle for lobbying for city, county and state government for five years, but our office in K Street for U.S. Government Lobbying had been run by a fellow that had a heart attack and he retired. Jim got the job and will work out of the Seattle office and Washington as well. I went from Personal Assistant for five years to Administrative Officer. One hundred twenty five thousand dollars a year, paid housing in Washington, clothing allowance, car allowance (BMW).
I am Ella Syvruud. I am forty one years old, married to Erik Syvruud who is a corporate debt attorney for the top firm in Seattle, with offices in Sacramento, Portland and San Francisco. We have been married for eighteen years. We have a twenty one year old son Farley a twenty year old daughter Kelly and a nineteen year old daughter Estelle. They were all ours, and we thought the institution was meaningless, until Erik went to work for Kornfield and they required me to sign a post nuptial agreement and my mother had not talked to me in a year.
Justice of the peace quiet event, picnic with some friends, Erik's parents were invited. Mine were not. Erik's mom Heidi asked me to bring the kids over for lunch, Erik was fishing with his dad. My mom and dad were waiting. My dad was Irish (Dave Fitzgerald) and my mom was from Guatemala she was five foot tall forty one years old that day and one hundred and sixty five pounds. She delighted in flirting with men in front of her husband, men would hit on her in front of their family at Church. It was embarrassing, I felt bad for my dad.
When my kids were six, seven and eight my mom was arrested in a prostitution ring and she was forty six and pregnant and it was not dad's. My mom had a whole set of convictions under phony identification, showing her birth in El Paso, Texas which brought out three small class D felony convictions, which including a huge warrant for trying to escape serving a lifetime sentence due to the three strikes and a three strike you're out warrant, When she was arrested she had yet another set of identification for Guatemala, that seemed to be real and plane tickets to Guatemala City for her and her husband Jose Gonzales.
Bigamy. Her attorney called my father who did not take the call. In fact she was served in jail, with the documents signed the judge trying her for the prostitution, three strikes you're out beef. My dad also sued her for the bigamy beef, as it seems she had been married to the other guy before Dad.
Dad was a commercial fisherman, mostly long trolls off the opening of the Columbia near Ilwaco, Washington and with the divorce he was able to find a license in Alaska and settled there in a small town of Homer.
I caught Erik looking at me doing the side-eye to see if he could discern I was a hooker or escort or cheating on me. We finally had a huge blowout fight and the gist of it was why didn't I know, or of course, I knew and he moved out. After a couple of weeks we met at church and agreed for counseling. Basically, he was scared to death, that was going to lose me, likewise for me. We made up and reaffirmed our love. For me the absence of both my mom and dad was hard.
My mom ended up in a women's prison in Purdy, Washington. She got a lifetime sentence, plus the bigamy sentence on a consecutive sentences, five years for bigamy. She got access to a prison email address and sent me this bizarre note saying that Dad knew about it the whole time and that they had a marriage of convenience. I called my dad and said that I should get a paternity test as should my older brothers, Gunnar and Einer. I had an old hairbrush of his and I called my brothers and said what I needed.
It took several weeks. My brothers and I were Dave's kids. I was worried sick, what if I had been fucking Jose's daughter, there'd have been no living with Erik. I responded to my sleaze bag whore of a mother and said that all of us were Dave's kids.
I said that she was a lying cunt (I actually said that) and that I prayed to God that she became some four hundred pound black woman's bitch and died of AIDS. Erik was taking me to El Gaucho's in Bell Town West of downtown Seattle and south from Queen Anne Hill, which is where we lived, mostly in an empty home excepting our youngest Estelle who was queer and a near genius in math at Seattle University and was going to stay there to do grad studies.in risk analysis and computer sciences, which sounded like Swahili to me
On Erik's arms wearing a size ten little white dress, which was at least one size too small. Erik said I a master's degree in jiggle with my big fat ass and my double F-Cups, banging into each other and threatening to escape. I WAS forty one and there were stretch marks on the top of my tits, due to their sagging, I had bologna shaped areola and very long thick nipples.
My heritage gave me almond skin tone, but I also had freckles across my face and tits. Erik preferred me to not shave my cunt so I had dark red hair, thick around my cunt and line of hair going from just above my clitoral hood to my belly button. I also had hair on my butt cleavage.
I was five foot two and dark red hair and I ascribed to the theory of slut ware kept my man in line. Extra long nails, plum red polish and matching lipstick, I had a deep philtrum connecting my lips to my nose, that seemed to pull my lips into this cock sucking pout, Erik said I had dick sucking lips, I could suck him off in under five minutes.
I was also wearing open toed red pumps with a four inch heel. On Erik's arms I strode over the line bisecting my cunt, swinging my shoulders, which caused my tits to bang into each other and my fat thighs and ass be a symphony of jiggle.