My sincere appreciation goes to GA and especially to Laurielou for their wisdom and guidance in developing this story.
Out of the ashes...
'Michael Williams, Division President'
was the new placard the maintenance man had installed outside my office. At forty-five years old and eighteen years with the company, Division President it is quite an accomplishment. Although I have a tremendous responsibility, maybe now I could take a breath, enjoy life and the benefits that the new positions may bring. I've worked hard for this position and I intend to make the most of it.
You would think I would be on top of the world, totally elated at my new position. But things are not always as they would seem. A great job, responsibility and the money it brings doesn't mean your life is complete or trouble-free.
As good as I have it in my work life; I have the opposite in my home life. I guess at least some of my problems, if not all, are because of me, and my drive to succeed. Thinking that Julia wanted what I wanted may have been my biggest mistake. I may have turned a blind eye on her wants and needs to benefit myself. I thought, as other men have thought, that a stable home life, raising two wonderful girls, and having financial stability was what any wife would want.
After graduation, Julia wanted to pursue her dreams of assisting underprivileged families and did so until Lindsay was born. Julia loved her job, but after a lot of discussions, it was decided that rather than hiring a nanny, Julia would be the best person to raise our daughter(s). Let's face it; becoming a housewife was not Julia's thing.
For many years, Julia had the girls to keep her busy while I was at work. When both kids were in public school, Julia was bored and wanted to go back to work, but not in a 9-to-5 environment. She took a class and passed her test as a Real Estate Broker and started selling real estate. It was perfect for her. For the most part, she could set her hours, interact with other brokers and clients, and make some money, all while being there for our girls. I do think Julia was satisfied for many years, at least until Becky, our youngest, left for Sacred Heart. That was when our relationship started its rapid deterioration.
Since Becky left the nest, Julie threw herself into the real estate profession and our personal lives have suffered. Her work became a substitute for our home life and intimacy. She seemingly had a lot of dinner and entertainment functions for clients after work. I was no better. With my advancement, my work required me to travel and to be at meetings and entertainment functions for business at all hours. We were only together when there was a joint function, endless dinners and tedious gatherings when Julia was on my arm. When we were together at home, we had our own activities, or our joint activities were centered around the girls. We had become two people living in the same house. We had sex about six weeks ago. It was a fairly dry, slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am act, followed by "get off me."
To say we have a contentious relationship is an understatement. I'm one that will do anything to avoid conflict, which is probably the reason we are still together. But since the girls went back to college, the augments have become more frequent and heated. The rejection at my attempts for sex being the main cause for the flare-ups. Like one recent evening merely rolling over in bed, spooning and groping a boob lead Julia to jump up saying, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
"Maybe that's it, a good fuck would be appreciated", I replied.
"Well you might be satisfied, but what has been occurring in this bedroom isn't worth my time", Julia said as she stomped off to the guest bedroom.
Before you say it, I know, there's another man. I suspect that this isn't the first time in our married life that this has occurred, but this is by far the longest that it has gone on, and this is the first time she has treated me as a cohabitant rather than her husband. You say I should get a detective and a good lawyer; in retrospect, that may have been a good time to make the break, particularly since the girls are in college and not knowing what was to come. But fate has its own way of presenting itself.
It was about four months into my new job and both kids had come home from college for the weekend. We did the family thing and it was like old times. Julia's and I set aside our differences and we truly had a great weekend, even though Julia did have to show a house on that Saturday afternoon. I was encouraged by the change in Julia's attitude.
Then I came to work that Monday morning and about 10:00 that morning my life changed when I received a call from Julia's boss Bob Russell. After I hung-up from the call, I told Sara, my secretary, that I had to leave and I would call and let her know if I would be back. I then immediately ran for my car.
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Driving home, my thoughts flashed back how this all started.
I met Julia before I graduated from The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. I was and am 'Carolina Blue'. My college years were some of the best of my life. Not only did I get a great education, but I met the most incredible girl, Julia Lynn Graham, a super sharp sociology major who was bent on curing the world of its ills.
I met Julia through traditional means, a friend of a friend, and our first date was a blind date set-up by our friend. When I first met her, she took my breath away. I felt like the inner geek came out in me because I felt like I sounded like a blabbering idiot. I couldn't believe that I was out with such a hot chick. But she wasn't one who was self-absorbed. She was down to earth and funny. Her demeanor placed me at ease, and we got along great. We found we had a lot in common. We even found out we were born on the same day. She was four hours and five minutes older than me.
We went to grab a bite at Al's Burger Shack on Franklin. After the initial shock of being with this hot gal, the talk became light, and I had a fun time with her. Looking back on it, it's a wonder she ever spoke to me again. I had been a real dork, and I was surprised when she said she would go out with me again.
The Duke-Carolina football game was the next weekend and I scored two tickets. The one thing I was concerned about happening happened. We had just got through the gate, and there was a group of my guy friends that had been drinking since early morning. She handled the catcalls and whistles with a fun flair. I guess when you are that good-looking this happens regularly. She simply grabbed my hand, said that we needed to get a beer and get to our seats. At least we got away from them and she had grabbed my hand.
Carolina won and Chapel Hill just about came apart at the seams. We went to several parties, each having a different band. We danced, talked, laughed and did some pretty heavy drinking. After a day in the sun, partying and drinking, she just about fell asleep on my shoulder heading back to her dorm. When she put her head on my shoulder, she put her arms around my waist and snuggled in. We stopped at a stoplight and she kissed me behind my right ear, and then put her head back on my shoulder.
If it hadn't been evident by then, it was evident now that there was a rise between my thighs. We got to her dorm and stopped when she pulled herself between the steering wheel and me, looked me square in the eye and gave me the best, most sensuous kiss I ever had. I can still remember it to this day. That kiss was followed by several smaller kisses on my cheek and neck. Then she put her head on my chest and just held me. That rise between my legs was trying to rip out of my jeans.
She kissed me again and started to slide back. She said that she had to work in the library tomorrow (Sunday) and had to study for a test for Monday, but she was free Monday night. Wait a minute, I thought, I didn't ask for another date, she was telling me when she would be available. I still can't figure out what I did right. We made a date for an early dinner on Monday. Before she got out, she leaned in again for a kiss, broke the kiss, looked down at my pants, patted my hard cock, and said, "I'll see you later, too." Another quick kiss and she was out the door.
I was at a loss for words. I had dated a lot, but this girl wasn't like any other. Most of the others waited for me to lead, make the conversation, and advances. This one led me, and I was comfortable with that. I got the feeling she knew what she wanted, and some reason it was me. Beautiful, smart, funny and loving, I was just about hooked.
Monday at 4:00 I picked her up at her dorm, and we went to get something to eat. After we ate, she said she had left something at the dorm and need to go back, so we headed that way. I parked and thought I would be waiting in the car, but she grabbed my hand, and off we went. It was a coed dorm, so my presence didn't make any difference. We went up the stairs to her floor and proceeded to her suite. Her suite consisted of three bedrooms, with two girls in each bedroom and a main room den. When we went through the door to the suite, she yelled, "Man in the room!" to let her suite mates know of my presence.
I walked through the door to her room, and she ducked into the bathroom and hit the mouthwash. Contrary to my room, hers was neat and clean. When she came out, I was standing in the middle of the room. She came up to me, leaned in, put her arms around me with her hand behind my head and pulled me to her.
Kissing me, she walked me backward until I felt the back of my leg hit the bed. She pulled back and pushed me backward. As I bounced on the bed, she lay down beside me and snuggled. We had laid there kissing a few minutes when she whispered in my ear, "Aren't you going to take my clothes off?" Well, I got busy taking off her blouse, unhooking her bra and letting the girls loose. They were spectacular, perfectly shaped, firm, borderline B-C, with perky nipples.
My mouth was drawn to them. I heard her start breathing in short breaths, gasping as my tongue flicked at her nipples. While I started to unbutton and unzip her jeans, she reached over and grabbed my hard cock, and kissed me. When her jeans were free, she lifted her hips for me to pull them down. Her legs took them the rest of the way. Just lying there in her panties, she started taking off my shirt. Now I'm not a jock, but I do have abs and a flat stomach. After the shirt was free, she played with my nipples. Her hot breath excited me as she continued to kiss me.
I took my pants off. I was just lying there with a hard, erect cock, and a smile on my face, when she said, "Nice cock," grabbed it, and brought it into her mouth. Not saying that I had a lot of experience with this, plus I hadn't had any sex in quite some time, but she was not only blowing my cock, but also my mind. It was absolutely wonderful how she twisted my shaft while rimming my head. I could feel my blood-engorged tip swell. My hips rose to fuck her face with my cock diving deeper in her mouth. I could feel the cum start to rise in me which would definitely ruin the evening, so I pulled out.
