I would like to apologize for my last story, "
Tom we need to talk
." I am dyslexic so I can't help the spelling if I miss a few words here and there. However, the grammar and punctuation are on me. I was having so much trouble with the site and I finally just gave up. The next evening, I tried again and mistakenly attached a draft version rather than the final version.
I thought about replacing "Tom we need to talk" with the edited version but figured why bother since so many readers had already destroyed me for it.
Thank you for the comments from those readers that "overlooked the errors" and enjoyed the story.
As for those that did not like the way my story was told, it is what it is.
For my new story, "
I have a 50 50 chance"
, I tried to find an editor to review my story and help me publish it, but I didn't receive a response to my request. If any readers are editors, please reach out to me.
Since I'm just doing this for fun and it's not my fulltime job, please excuse any errors.
Thank you.
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I have a 50 50 chance.
I cheated on my husband, and I got caught.
Well, my life didn't turnout the way I expected it too. I expected to be happily married to a loving husband, have house with a white picket fence, children running around, kiddie parties, and lots of family and friends over. And in just one night it all went to hell.
I'm 30 years old, I've been married for five years to the best husband, friend, and lover a women could ever wish for. Now I'm waiting to see if my husband is going to divorce me or give me a second chance. Do I deserve a second chance? Probably not.
I might as well tell you, my story.
I met my husband Tommy right out of college. I had just started working at WDB and Associates (Larry Wilson, Brian Donnelly, and Keith Brown). It was my first day on my new job and I was running late. As I blew through that stop sign, I jammed on my brakes and hit Tommy Campbell. He was carrying his tools from his truck to the house that he was working on, and I hit him. The cops showed up, the ambulance showed up, my insurance went up, but Tom ended up being ok. Yes, he had some bruising and a broken leg, but he was still alive. So, that's a good thing. Anyway, I ran to him to make sure he was ok, and the rest was history. We dated for two years and then got married. Life was good, me and Tom were happy and starting to talk about starting a family.
Work was good and I was making good money. I should mention that Tommy owns a construction company with his two brothers, Jimmy, and Timmy (they're twins). They do home improvements as well as bigger jobs. They employ five guys, and their sister Tina, who is their secretary. Jimmy's wife Connie does payroll, taxes things like that for The Brothers. That's the company's name, The Brothers Construction Company (aka, The Brothers). They also have one more brother who went a different direction. Johnathan (not John or Jonny), Johnathan is a lawyer. Not just any lawyer. A ruthless lawyer. I don't think he's ever lost a case. He's helped The Brothers when they have contract issues or problems with clients deciding not to pay.
Now let's talk about WBD and Associates. Name a financial Journal and they've appeared on the front cover. Their financial services range from investments, real estate, contract law, M&A, etc. They're big and they make crazy money. The Firm have some very high-profile clients. Each of the partners has an assistant. I work for Larry; Barb works for Brian and Mary works for Keith. Larry and I occasionally go out for lunch but it's professional. The Firm also has Directors and manages, staff and other secretaries. In total, including Larry, Brian and Keith the Firm employs 40 people.
WDB treats its employees like family, and we are well taken care of. For example, the Firm has a Wellness Program, where we are reimbursed up to $2000 a year for anything health related. The Firm also has an onsite daycare center. The Firm has family holiday parties and BBQs. And the Christmas party is a big event. Bonuses are hand delivered. It's not direct deposit; Larry, Brian and Keith hand a card with a check in it to each employee and compliment them on the great job they did this year for the firm. It is very personable. We truly are like one big happy family.
The Firm also has an office party the last Friday of each month. Our office parties are for the employees. It's not written in stone, but that's just the way it has always been. It's pencils down at 5:00 and food is brought in, as well as plenty of alcohol. The Firm pays for everyone's Uber rides home too. While the Firm is very professional, there is a little flirting that goes on. Especially during our office parties. But nothing inappropriate like kissing and groping each other. It's just enough to say,
"maybe something is going on between those two."
And, it was widely believed that Larry was having an affair with his former assistant Keri. No one knew for sure, and no one wanted to get fired for speaks openly either. Keri relocated with her husband due to a new job that her husband was offered. Some thought Keri's husband found out and that's why they moved. I was asked by Larry to be his new assistant.
I've been with WDB for 7 years and Larry's assistant for the last 5 years. Larry is 55, about 5'8'', handsome and smart. And rich. Did I mention rich? George Clooney, that's who I think of when I look at Larry and so does every other female in the office. Larry knows it too. Larry has always been respectable and professional. But I have seen him checking out me as well as the other girls in the office. I'd be lying if I said I didn't check him out too.
So, what do I do for Larry, everything. Sometimes I think he can't function without someone to take care of him. He's very smart but has no time for anything else. I buy his wife gifts for their anniversary and make his dinner reservations. Larry gets up at 5:00 every morning and check his phone for a text from me. If it's an important date, I let him know. As for work stuff, I schedule all Larry's calls, meetings, his flights. I answer calls and make calls for him, things like that. I also must know everything about the Firm's important clients. I know their birth dates, anniversary dates, kid's birthdates, business and home address, their favorite wine, and cigars. I make sure the Firm's major clients are happy. I just never new how happy I was making them. But we'll get to that latter.
In addition to all I do for Larry, I can approve expenses for office activities, within reason of course, like the office party. I also oversee many of the client parties. Specifically, the client golf outings. Those client golf outings got me into a little trouble, and I ended up needing Johnathan for help. I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I'm not liked very much by Johnathan and the whole Campbell family any longer. Especially Tommy.
Let's talk back the monthly office parties since that's where my problem started. At the last office party, I may have had a little too much to drink. I was on medication for a cold which may have contributed to my drunken behavior. Well one thing led to another, and while the party was winding down, I stayed behind and ended up on Larry's office couch flat on my back while Larry was fucking me. Did I ever imagine something like this would happen; no. Larry is very professional, and we are both married.
Our little sexual adventure didn't go to well. Jose the office clean walked in on us and saw us fucking. Larry placed a light blanked over me and asked Jose to wait outside for a minute. Larry is a true gentleman. Net Larry went into his save and gave Jose an envelope with $10,000 in it and asked him not to say anything to anyone. We continued fucking after Jose left. I was getting fucked by George Clooney, that's all I was thinking at the time. I cleaned myself up in Larry's bathroom. Larry had his car service take me home since I was so drunk. I gave George, I mean Larry, a kiss goodnight and passed out in the car. When we reached my house, Luke, that's Larry's driver, practically carried me to the front door. He asked me if I was ok and I put my finger up to my lips and said "shhhhhh," be vewy vewy quiet, I don't want to wake my husband up. It must have been about 1am, when I got home. I was glad Tommy was in bed asleep.
I woke up the next morning half-dressed laying on top of the bed with a splitting headache. It was 11:00 when I finally got out of bed. Tommy was in the kitchen make me some hangover concoction for me when I came down to the kitchen. I took a shower first just to make sure I was good and clean; you know what I mean.
By this point, I was slowly starting to remember what I had done last night. I was hoping George Clooney had fucked me in my dream last night. But it wasn't a dream, and it wasn't George Clooney. I ran to the bathroom and throw up and cried. Tommy didn't ask any questions, he just though I throw up because of the alcohol. Tommy was just shaking his head at me as I walked back into the kitchen. He reminded me that I wasn't in college anymore.
I felt so guilty for what I had done. I had as much sex I could with Tommy all weekend and Monday morning I gave him a blowjob before work.
Monday morning when I got to work, it was as if nothing had happened. Larry was his normal self. I went about my business, and we interacted just as always. No one in the office looked at me funny just life in the office as usual. Everything was back to normal for the next three weeks. Except for sex, I was having as much sex with Tommy as he would let me. He received more blowjobs from me than he did when we were dating. Tommy was starting to wonder what was going on. You know blowjobs aren't given out as frequently once you're married. I was also making Tommy his favorite meals every evening. And then the shit hit the fan.