I write for fun. I wanted to write a little story where everything goes wrong for the protagonist. A pyrrhic victory.
Sometimes BTB backfires. I might be able to write the wrong into right if there's any interest. Not a lot of sex here. That could change too! So let me know where the story should go. We'll take the road less traveled.
-Author
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Chris at His Wife's Christmas Party
Chris was at his wife's office Christmas party. She was a legal secretary. He felt very out of place. It was very, very expensive, everyone was dressed to the nines but him.
He had nice blue jeans, nice shoes, a light blue dress shirt and tie, and a blue blazer. All the lawyers had $1000 dollar suits on. All the women had little black dresses. It was like a dress code.
His wife had tried to dissuade him from attending. She said at first it was employees only, but one of her friends asked him if he was going. Big discussion ensued.
He was being pestered to drink, by some young guy he did not know. It was something he does not do. He was borderline alcoholic when he was younger. He drank no more. He had been clean and sober for twenty years. The young man seemed determined to get him to drink. He said no thanks like five times.
His darling wife, he hadn't seen her in a while, was wearing a low cut little black dress. She was dressed to kill, or perhaps to hunt. She had very large breasts, and dark and hard nipples. She had a perfect hourglass figure, and a wonderful big fat ass. It was so beautiful. Men and even a few women would follow her ass when she walked. She had beautiful dirty blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. She was a knockout.
It bothered him greatly that things had disintegrated between them so badly. She made it a point to flirt right in front of him. He was almost done. She had won. He was getting ready to leave after the holidays. His heart hurt badly.
He was very depressed. He knew it was just a matter of time. He had all the evidence from the private detective. He was going to file right after the holidays. He didn't want to fuck up his kids Christmas. He wondered if she knew that he knew? It didn't really matter.
Going to be one fucked up Christmas, he thought. He walked around, same guy was trying hard to keep him away from a certain office, so he knew. The guy had his arm draped over his shoulders. He kept trying to get Chris to the bar at the other end of the main 'open concept' office. Chris had been in the Marines. He had enough. He was done.
He twisted the guys arm around and said, "Alright, which office is she in?" The guy was surprised. Chris said, "If I continue with this motion, I'll dislocate your arm. If you don't tell me were she is, you're going to the hospital." Chris was serious.
"Well you're going to jail." The cocky lawyer said.
"Wrong answer." Chris applied more pressure.
"Ok, ok. She's in that office right there." said Mr cocky.
"If she isn't, things will go very badly for you." Chris said. He tried the door. It was locked.
"Open it." Chris told him.
"I don't have a key." Lied the cocky guy.
"Then I'll have to use your face to open it, won't I?" Chris was going to do just that, when a cute little secretary came over and opened the door quietly.
"Thank you miss. You just saved his face. Perhaps you'd like to call security?" Chris said very politely. She was very nice.
She went scurrying off to do just that. "NO, NO DON'T CALL SECURITY! NO!" The cocky guy was besides himself now. He chased the secretary down a hall.
Chris got his cell phone out and went to video mode. He entered quietly, and saw his future-ex-wife on her back, with some guy fucking her. He was big and bald. There was another door out the side, into another sitting room.
"Hey hurry up Johnson, there's three more guys waiting after me!" Johnson pulled out obviously done and wiped his dick off on her face. Chris kicked him in the balls, hard.
