Nobody under eighteen in sexual situations. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely ridiculous as its a fantasy. Man unwinds and has dinner in a bar after working all day. After that, things get crazy.
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I had struck out. I was on a business trip. At least that part of the expedition went ok. The customer was delighted to see me back; I had run five forty-minute classes to showcase and explain the new software and show everyone how to best use it.
I put everything into my quick presentation, as I am well aware of adult attention span! Pack as much useful info into the available time as possible. I hope my little presentation was interesting and memorable to the employees and bosses. I did get applause at the end of each session which, of course, heartened me. Keep it light, keep it fast, and always leave them wanting more! That way you get invited back!
Get in, get done, get out, go home. Unfortunately for me, I had two more presentations to do tomorrow and then catch a nap in the friendly skies. I might have to stay an extra day, but this was mission-critical. We do like to get PAID, so this was extremely important to do just that.
I always try to fly business class for the extra room, allowing me to catch up on my much-needed beauty sleep. I had the next two nights booked in case I had to come back for any additional unforseen problems, but I did not anticipate any. From the excellent reception, I think I might pitch a three-month follow-up mini-course we offered, but that was a complete shot in the dark. No risk, no reward.
I sorta adopted the boy scout philosophy, "Better to be Prepared!" and it had helped me out many, many times. My reputation was that I was unflappable and always got the job done right; not a bad rep to own! But now I had to walk the walk, not just talk about it! I did my job as well as humanly possible. It was my own business, after all.
I tried to avoid thinking about my divorce, which would be final tomorrow. I had caught her with the neighbor, and I kicked the cheating bitch to the curb. It hurt my heart.
But I still loved the cheating sack of shit. She is still devastatingly beautiful, even if she can't keep her long curvy legs together. I kinda understood a bit of why she did it, even though I absolutely did not condone it.
After we lost the baby in the eighth month last year, she went bananas; she flew right off the damned rails. I am sure certain that she's not in her right mind; she had been totally devastated last year and had not been able to deal with the horrible tragedy and the shit storm of emotions it entailed. Loss of a child can devastate anyone.
This did not mean her actions were forgiven; just a bit understandable. I had been hurt as well as she, but I had not decided to go on a fucking spree. I suppose it was her form of coping with the heartache. She tried in her own slutty way to get the baby off her mind. Her hobby had severe consequences for our marriage, as in it killed it for us.
Unfortunately, it devastated me and what was left of our relationship. I don't know how she could do that to us. It was almost like emotional suicide.
Talk about a mental breakdown! Was her cheating a result of that? No... yes... maybe? Not sure. My last good memory of her, she was spraying me with her milk. She was very pregnant at that time. I did enjoy sucking on her substantial milk-filled tits. Her milk was sweet. She had orgasms just from my milking her! We were so sublimely happy. I was on top of the world.
Then the absolutely unthinkable happened. The stillbirth utterly destroyed both of us. It was as though we had both simultaneously been stabbed directly in the heart. The horrible maelstrom of emotions that went through both of us... well, it was hell on earth for us.
It had destroyed what we had together. It broke us. My marriage came to an ugly end on that day. It was like watching a car accident in slow motion that you could not stop, no matter what you did. And when it was all over... it was all over.
We were still together then, sort of physically, but she... Well...
I think she secretly wanted to get caught, and I did catch her with the guy from next door. I unloaded on that guy.
I gave him an instant, painful, homemade facial reconstruction surgery for his part of the program, courtesy of my fists. I seriously doubt he will ever try anything with a married woman again, EVER. But for all the revenge I took out upon his features, in the end, it did not make me feel any better. The fact was that she did this quite DELIBERATELY; her actions were with malice and forethought!
She had betrayed me! I was lucky to stay out of jail. I could never do anything like that to her, and I suspect that was what she wanted. I could not raise a hand to the dirty cheating skank... it wasn't in me to do that. I wept. I was destroyed.
She had been my whole life. Now she was dead to me. It hurt so, so bad. It still hurts so damned bad. And there's no fixing it. How? I can't bring back the dead baby. The pain of that loss will be with me for a long, long time; maybe it will hurt me forever. Her minor betrayal was just the last straw to destroy whatever we once had. We were done.
Everything else just went to instant shit. I cried me a river, but it did not help. I prayed and prayed... but nothing changed. Sometimes bad things happen to good people for no good rhyme or reason.
Now, I did everything to put the whole situation behind me and try not to think about it. I just tried to think about work. I busted my ass for my job. I just had to put the divorce out of my mind. We men bury our true feelings. Work, think only about work. Compartmentalize my feelings and emotions enough to survive. It was the only way I could hope to continue.
I quit my job and opened my own business. I worked eighteen hours a day, seven days a week for months and months.
Work became my salvation. I prayed that God's grace might hit me with a lightning bolt or the ground open up and swallow me. It hurt. It hurt bad, but I put one foot in front of the other and kept on living, somehow. I never worked harder in my life, but I was just trying to ignore the pain.
Instead of being an alcoholic, I became a super workaholic. Not really sure if that's any better. I had gotten raises and promotions. Then I was out on my own with the new business. I did the best work of my life because it was all that I had. My business thrived. It gave me a sense of pride and of normality that really helped me with my recovery. Eventually, my own business did very well, but it was no get-rich-quick thing. It was a vast amount of work. I made a fair pocket of coin, but I did work morning, noon, and night. I earned everything I made. I am proud of the business I built. I had ten employees now, and a bright future.
So after a long, long day, I went to the local watering hole, conveniently located in my hotel. The hotel was pretty big. They had two bars, a nice restaurant, and a dance club.
I walked into the bar, and I hoped for the best. I must have spoken to at least fifteen very good-looking and sexy women. The place seemed packed with women. I just couldn't seem to be able to seal the deal. No takers. I guess I was sleeping by myself tonight. Oh well, shit happens.
I wound up eating alone at the bar. I had a nice medium rare steak and some onion rings, with some yummy asparagus with lemon-butter on the side. Everything was quite good, delicious as a matter of fact. I could not have done it better myself.
I couldn't help but wonder why I couldn't score with any of the women tonight. I guess I must be losing my touch. I did not dwell on it. Even Babe Ruth had terrible days and struck out now and then. He held the league strikeout record for many years.
A gorgeous blonde girl sat down on my right. She had big blue eyes and big sexy curves. Her chest was large and in charge! She looked at the remainder of my steak with unbridled open hunger, or perhaps just lust. I know I love a good steak, but I can't recall ever making that kind of face looking at one. She was definitely a carnivore! My kind of woman! Or so I thought.
I cut up a small piece and handed her the fork. She scarfed it down instantly. No ring on her finger, I noted. It looked almost like a petite orgasm as she devoured the beef. It was a good steak! She was clearly enjoying the tender morsel.
"Mmmm yummy, oh yeah!" The blonde gushed about the medium rare beef. It was really quite delicious.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but may I try your meat?" Unseen by me, a tall, luscious, statuesque brunette on my left side asked me. Her ass was twin hemispheres of perfection! I turned around and gave her the bite I was about to eat off my fork. Her left hand had no jewelry. She had a semi-involuntary "Mmmm!"
Now I was suddenly hand-feeding TWO gorgeous and perfect women? This was shaping up to be a very unusual evening. The good Lord was being very kind to me. Or maybe just taking pity on me. Whatever, I was very thankful.
"So there's a wrong way to take that phrase? Hmm." I caught the attention of the barmaid, "Another steak please, medium rare, mushrooms on the side, asparagus, and two house salads, balsamic on the side. What are you two girls drinking?" I was ordering for the three of us on a chance and a guess. Sometimes that's all you have.
