Christy was every man's wet dream. At 5'9", she had long, jet-black hair, perfect 36C breasts, and legs that reached all the way to heaven. Her skin was flawless, with a slight olive tint, which made it look like it had never seen the sun. She was college educated, had a fantastic job, in sales with a large drug company, and loved to watch basketball with me. My only problem with her was that she oozed sexuality, and was a huge flirt. I didn't care when it was directed towards me, but she flirted with others as well.
Like I said, everyone thought I had the hottest wife around. I was living the American dream. I finished law school, second in my class, and moved right into my family's law firm. Yes, my family had money.
My dad, Rick, told me the first day I started. "Steve, if you think I'm going to cut you any slack, think again. I expect you to put in a minimum of thirty-five billable hours a week, like everyone else, and to bring in one new client every three months. This is our family's livelihood, and I don't want to see any drop in profit, by my adding you to the staff, understand?"
As I said, my dad was a businessman first, and a father second, but I had known that my entire life. So my career was on track, but my personal life wasn't ready for the hit it was about to receive.
After four years of marriage, to Christy, all the traits that I had fallen in love with were starting to wane on me. I fell in loved with her free and wild impulsive spirit, and her huge sexual appetite. Nothing, I mean nothing, wasn't on the table when it came to sex.
A typical example would be the night of the hospital fundraiser. Christy pulled me into a hall closet, and wouldn't let me out until I climaxed her. Or being awaken in the middle of the night, by one of her fantastic blowjobs, and then riding my cock until we were both satisfied. Life was good with her, or at least, it use to be. I didn't want arm candy, or a trophy wife, I wanted an equal partner, who loved, and respected me above all others; but I guess, she just didn't have that in her.
It all started to go sour, when Jerry, her ex-boy friend, moved back into town. He was an arrogant, ex-jock who thought he was God's gift to women. Jerry and I, had more than a few run-in's, especially when I found out we were both dating Christy; something she had conveniently failed to mention.
I called Christy on Wednesday, to ask what her plans were for Saturday night. "I have to meet with a client and finish my work schedule for next weeks trip," she said sounding a bit disappointed. "However, I'm free Sunday if you want to spend the day with me?" she added.
"Great, I'll pick up at 9:00 for breakfast, and we can make our plans then."
"Can you make it 10:00 instead, I know it's going to be a late night and I want to sleep in a little, a girl needs her beauty sleep you know."
"All right, I'll make it 10:00," I relented. "Make sure you bring a jacket, I want to watch the sunset on the pier after dinner," I told her hanging up. "I guess I'll call Dan back, and tell him I am available Saturday night," I said to myself hitting his number on my cell phone speed dial. Dan was my best friend, and I've been neglecting him, since Christy and I started going out."
"The little lady gave you permission to go out with the guys tonight?" Dan ribbed me. "I'm surprised, and shocked, she's letting you go out after dark," he continued.
"All right asshole, keep it up and you'll be by yourself Saturday night," I shot back. "And just for your information, Christy's working, but if push came to shove, I would rather be in bed with her, than you, any day of the week."
"Ya, ya, talk to the hand, you pussy whipped sucker," he replied. "I hope you still know how to party, because Saturday night, we're going to let it all hang out. I'll pick you up by 7:00, so be ready," he said before hanging up.
I dressed casual, but well enough to get into any club that we decided to go to. Dan and his wife, split up about six months ago, and had been kind of floundering since then. He was trying to, single handedly, screw every girl in South Florida, and from what I'd heard, was making good progress. Christy and I had decided to be exclusive, since our second month dating, so it looked like I'd be the designated driver. No strange stuff for me tonight.
Dan brought along Keith, so we took my Expedition. After three hours, and two clubs, we decided to hit one last club and call it a night. I had switched to plain soda, but Keith and Dan were feeling no pain, as we made our way through the crowd.
They were dancing on the floor, with two hot babes, when out of the corner of my eye I spied someone I knew. Let me rephrase that, it was two people I knew quiet well; and one of them was Christy.
"Damn," I said under my breath as I watched them grab a table and order drinks. It wasn't ten minutes later they were up on the dance floor, arm and arm, dancing to a slow song. When his hands went to her ass, I had seen enough. I probably should have just ignored them, or left, but that just wasn't my style.
Waiting for them to return to their table, I crossed the dance floor, soda in hand, to confront the two of them. "So this is your idea of work," I said to Christy catching her off guard. Jerry started to say something when I stopped him. "I'm talking to Christy not you asshole," I said loud enough that most people, in the tables around us, now took notice.
"Steve, you know Jerry," Christy stammered trying to regain her composure. "We decided to take a break and just ended up here," she continued. "Would you like to join us?" she asked.
"Christy, how stupid do you think I am? He was almost dry humping you, on the damm dance floor. If this is your idea of work, I want a job like yours," I said sarcastically.
At this point Jerry got up, and we went nose to nose. "Look shit head, she's with me tonight and if you don't like that, too damm bad. Why don't you get your ass out of here, and let me, and my woman, do what we do best," he said with a smile on his face. "Maybe I'll take some pictures tonight, and show you how a real man makes love to a woman," he said trying to bait me.
"Take the whore, she's not worth fighting over, besides I can see now that she's damaged goods," I said turning my back on the two of them. "But if I were you, I'd wear a condom tonight, you don't know who else's been in there besides the two of us," I said loud enough that everyone heard.
I went back to my table, and told Dan and Keith I was out of there. "If you guys want a ride home tonight I'm leaving right now," I told them. They looked at the two girls with them, smiled, and told me that they'd find their own way home. With that I left, more than a little hot under the collar.
It took me almost two hours, of driving around, to settle down. Jerry was an arrogant prick, and if Christy was fucking him, I wanted no part of her. Women to Jerry were a challenge. He would do whatever was necessary, to get them into bed, and then dump them like a rock. I knew a couple of his conquests personally, that's why I hated the bastard, and now it looked like he had set his sights on Christy.
When I didn't show up at her place Sunday, she called, and left me message after message on my cell phone. I erased them all, without listening to any of them. She then proceeded to filled up my home answering machine, with voice messages that, "we needed to talk," I dumped those also.
"She can't be that stupid," I thought to myself. "What did she think, after I caught her in a lie? That I would just run back to her, like it never happened, and beg her to forgive me? Not likely." Thank god after about three weeks, the messages stopped and I got on with my life.
I threw myself into work, which pleased the heck out of my dad, especially since I was on a salary. He pushed a couple of hard cases onto me, which took most of my waking hours. I think at this point, he was testing me.
Three wins, zero losses, I wrote on a blank piece of paper, and taped it to his office door. At the bottom I put a happy face, so he would know, whom it was from.
