Ever hear of a business owner whose primary motivation for selling his company was because he didn't want to cheat on his wife?
Now you have, because I, Brent Voorhes, did just that.
It wasn't my only reason, but it was my primary one.
My business was the proverbial garage startup. I had a degree in biomedical engineering and after college worked for a big firm - the work was not rewarding. In my free time I became interested in quick test kits for various medical conditions that would inexpensively allow a consumer to test himself/herself at home to see if it was worth a more sophisticated follow-up test. Without boring with details not related to this story I wanted the tests to be capable of providing no false negatives if used twice at times two days apart. Up to 10% false positives would be acceptable as long as the consumers knew that fact.
Working out of my garage, I first came up with a test kit for Babesiosis, a relatively obscure tick-borne disease. I sold the patent rights to that to a nationwide test laboratory. After that I started working on other test kits, and by the time of my third test kit, despite the fact that I was in debt from all of the capital I had borrowed to prove the effectiveness of my kits, I felt confident enough to go out on my own and start Resikit Inc.
By the time that I was forty three Resikit was making scads of money, had over 250 employees, and was a purchase target of a number of different biomedical and pharmaceutical companies. It was at that time that I started getting interested in selling.
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By the time that I had turned thirty six, I was divorced from my first wife. Kathy and I got married a year after college, and she was with me during the garage startup period. My long hours and going into debt to start the business certainly didn't help my marital situation, but what killed it was the fact that I cheated. My cheating resulted from a classic "entitlement" attitude I developed when I sold my second test kit patent rights. My paramour Sophia was young, impressionable, and thought that I was hot shit. After three sessions with her, however, I got my head out of my ass and cut it off. Unfortunately she didn't take the breakup well and reported my dalliances to Kathy.
When Kathy confronted me I didn't lie, even though Sophia had no actual proof. By then I felt bad enough that I wasn't going to compound my sins by lying. Confession may have been good for my soul, but it was the end of my marriage; fortunately we had no kids.
I thought that I felt about as bad as I could have until I learned 183 days (not that I was counting) after the divorce decree had been formally entered that Kathy had stepped out on me too, and more than just the three times that I had.
While my divorce settlement didn't significantly adversely affect my business or financial situation, primarily because I was in debt and Kathy had no faith that my efforts would ultimately succeed, it almost killed me emotionally.
I married my second wife Brenda when I was thirty eight, at a point where Resikit was starting to show real promise. I got good legal counsel, and Brenda and I signed a prenup. I insisted that a mutual morality clause be included in the prenup as an extra incentive - as if I needed one - to remain faithful. Sex outside of marriage was defined as any oral, vaginal, or anal contact - and even French kissing, although regular kissing did not qualify.
Before I married Brenda, or we signed the prenup, I had been completely honest with Brenda and had told her my past history with infidelity, and the great regret that I had about it. She seemed pleased with the morality clause. The prenup also provided that she would get nothing from Resikit (whether stock or proceeds of sale) regardless of the reason for any divorce, and I would get no part of the money she brought into the marriage (she was fairly well off). The penalties for violating the morality clause were significant.
My problems started when Resikit was in the midst of its best growth spurt, about the time that I turned forty. It was necessary to hire a full time experienced HR person, so I had the present part-time one (who was being moved to a different department, something that he was happy about) cull the resumes and let me interview the best four.
The first interviewee was Gail Preston, a five foot one inch tall woman with 5 inch heels who weighed maybe 105 pounds. If her personality and ability to fascinate were translated to size she would have been seven feet tall, 350 pounds. She had been married six years, was thirty five years old, and had impressive educational and work experience. However those facts barely registered with me. There was something about the way that she carried herself, her posture when talking, the flips of her lustrous brown hair off of her shoulders, and the way that she pursed her lips, that was beyond captivating. By the time that she left the interview, with a combination firm and sensual handshake, an hour later I was drenched in sweat with an uncomfortable sensation at my crotch.
I immediately realized that it would be dangerous to be around this woman, but it wouldn't be fair to her to not consider her just because she was as sultry as a never-ending tropical vacation; so I punted! That is, I called in my two V Ps and said "Jim and Judy, I decided that it would be best to distance myself from the process of hiring an HR director. Here are the four resumes of the most qualified candidates. You two make the decision - if a tiebreaker is necessary we'll have Ken pick between the final two," Ken being the chief of engineering.
"I thought that you just interviewed that little sparkplug who sashayed out of your office a half hour ago," Judy replied with a perplexed look.
"Yes - she's one of the top four. However, based upon that interview I decided that someone else should make the decision and I've nominated you two - so call her and have her come in for another interview, along with the other three," I muttered in reply, as that uncomfortable nether region feeling intensified.
Judy and Jim shrugged their shoulders, said "OK," and sauntered out of my office. I immediately left the building for the gym and worked out to exhaustion. "I hope that they don't pick her," I murmured under my breath at least a dozen times while performing various lifts or while watching TV on the elliptical.
A week later Judy and Jim came into my office first thing in the morning. "We both agree that Gail Preston is by far the best candidate," Judy announced. "She starts a week from Monday. We're giving her the office across from yours," Jim added.
I swallowed hard, plastered a fake smile on my face, and replied "Great."
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It was as bad as I feared. I had to interface with Gail, or at least see her, every work day that I was in town. Since we also had a very sociable office, there were many parties, picnics, gatherings, retreats, and other activities outside of work where we interfaced, most - thankfully - with spouses. Gail seemed to be happily married to her husband John, a stockbroker. Brenda never seemed to warm up to Gail like she did to most other management employees, despite the fact that as far as I could tell Gail was always affable at these events.
At a holiday party after Gail had been as Resikit for about two years somehow Gail and I ended up dancing together, while John and Brenda did. When a fast song morphed into a slow one and Gail inserted one of her matchless thighs between my legs disaster struck. Not only did I get rock hard but as Gail chatted away - it wasn't like she plastered her head against my shoulder - I spontaneously ejaculated in my pants. That was the first time that that had ever happened. I don't think that she felt the wetness before we broke away from each other, but she had to have felt my hard-on.
On the ride home that night, Brenda was not her genial self.
After that night I became preoccupied with the idea of fucking Gail comatose. I spent way too many waking hours thinking about her, and when I saw her butt flouncing down the hallway at work I almost had other spontaneous ejaculations. It was then that I decided that for the good of my marriage, and for my self-image considering my pledge to never cheat again, that I needed to separate myself from Gail.
