Marti's Baby Daddy -- It's not me!
Marti and I had been married for two years and I didn't think life could get any better; but it did. Seven months ago Marti got pregnant. We had given up on having a child. But now we were going to be parents. A girl. A daughter. Us. Wow! I read someplace that girls were always closer to their father than their mother. Hell that was fine with me! I also read that children got most of their personality from their father. That was fine with me as well. Anyway, we were thrilled. We bought tons of clothes and toys. We decorated the spare bedroom in every shade of pink imaginable. Fuck, it looked like a room full of Pepto Bismol when we were finished.
Then the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and in all probability the most beautiful in the whole fucking world walked into my office. Okay, office is a slight exaggeration...it's really a cubicle. But it is a corner cubicle and in this dealership that means a hell of a lot. Yep, I said dealership. I sell cars. Cadillac's. I sell a lot of Cadillacs. In any month I sell more than the next two salesmen combined. And the interesting part is, I am a lousy salesman. Really, I am. I couldn't give a shit if you ever bought a car from me or anyone else. So, why am I so successful? It seems that I am some kind of magnet for people who want to buy cars.
It started six years ago. My father always loved Cadillac's and never had any other car. He said they were the best and safest on the road. That seemed to work pretty well until an 18 wheeler ran over the one both of my parents were in killing them.
My father was a pretty smart man and established a family trust which, according to his wishes, became irrevocable upon his death. I was their only son and was named both Trustee and sole beneficiary. There were not massive amounts of assets in the trust, less than 1 million dollars, a very nice house and two Cadillac's; my mother's and what was left of my father's. That's what brought me to the dealership. It was time to get a new one. Mom's was getting on in years so it was time to trade.
On the showroom floor was exactly the model I wanted. I was looking it over and waiting for a salesman when an elderly couple came up to me and asked if I worked there. I told them no. Then they pointed to another car on the floor and asked if I knew anything about it. I told them that I knew a little bit so we went over its features. When we were finished I went back to the one I was looking at.
By then a salesman had broken free and we were negotiating my deal. I generally know what I want and try hard to get it so he was having a hard sell with me. Somewhere near the end of our negotiations the sales manager introduced himself and told me that the couple I had been talking to bought the car we had looked at. He thanked me and gave me virtually everything I had been asking for in my own deal.
Over the next couple of months, I was in and out of the dealership three times. Once to get my title and registration, once for service and once to have a defective tire replaced. Each of the three times I had a customer try to buy a car from me. I never sit around the service waiting area because there is always some trite fucking reality program on TV or some loudmouth is talking on his cell phone so I hang out on the showroom floor and look at the cars and, invariably, someone will mistake me for a salesman.
The last time it happened the same sales manager from before asked me in to his office. A real office. A big office. A really nice office. By the end of the conversation I was working for him. That was six years ago. In that time I have become the highest grossing salesman in the dealership's history and have made a shit load of money. I work when I want to and come and go as I please. It's eerie the way it has turned out.
Up until three years ago I was single and loving life. I fucked a lot of women and sold a lot of cars. Over the years I have turned down several promotions because even though I would like to have had a real office, I didn't want the hassle that went with a management position. Besides, I was making more money than everyone except the sales manager.
Anyway, this gorgeous woman stormed into my cubicle and started talking. I didn't hear a fucking word. I sat there with my mouth open and my eyes popping out of my head.
"Are you listening to me?"
I shook my head to clear it.
"I'm sorry, my mind was somewhere else." Like on those beautiful tits I thought to myself.
"I said my name is Leah Walker and I'm married to the biggest asshole in the world."
"And exactly why is that of interest to me?"
"Because he's fucking your wife and is her 'baby daddy' that's why."
"Excuse me? What did you say?"
"You heard every word."
"Well, let me see. A woman I've never seen before comes into my office...er...cubicle and declares that her asshole husband is having sex with my wife and could be the father of her baby. Is that about it?"
At this point she took out a stack of pictures and tossed the first one to me. It was a picture of a very naked Marti on her knees sucking a not so very big black dick.
"Is that your wife?"
"Yes."
"That's my husband's dick in her mouth."
She tossed another picture at me. It showed Marti on her knees being fucking in the ass by that same black dick. It also showed her very pregnant stomach almost touching the mattress. Then she tossed a third picture showing her husband kissing my wife's stomach.
I was suddenly very sick.
"Where did you..." And I never made it to my trash can. I threw up all over my floor and caught the attention of almost everybody in the place. Leah Walker grabbed the pictures as people started rushing in to see what had happened. I excused myself and went to the restroom to rinse my mouth out and slap some cold water on my face.
When I came out maintenance had cleaned up my mess and sprayed some disinfectant around the showroom. Leah Walker was sitting on one of the several chairs we had scattered around. I walked up to her.
"I apologize. You kinda took me by surprise."
"I know exactly how you feel. Can you talk now?"
"I don't know. I can try. We can either go to the conference or go someplace else?"
"Let's get out of here. The place smells like vomit." She said and tried to smile at me. She took my arm and we walked out.
"Which of these fancy cars is yours?" We went to mine and got in.
"Want me to drive?" She asked.
I shook my head no and headed for the nearest bar, which happened to be in the Hilton hotel three blocks away. We pulled in and I started to get out.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Lewis, if you're thinking of a revenge fuck you can forget it." By the way, that's my last name. My first is Matthew. Matt to my friends.
"This is the closest place with alcohol and I need a drink. And an explanation."
A few minutes later we were in a booth with drinks in our hands. I'm a Gin and Tonic drinker. Leah Walker preferred Riesling.
