Chapter 6: Back to Business
Life proved uneventful for Carlos when he saw George again. The therapist was sitting in his chair with his notebook in hand. The patient was pacing back and forth.
"So you ensured that he found new work?" George inquired.
"Yeah, yeah. Dairy handled everything. Cost me a favor, and I am expected to be at the next retreat thing."
"And that makes you feel unhappy?" George wondered.
"I mean no...Yes? I don't know, Doc. I had fun. How am I the bad guy?"
"We have been over this," George said, holding back his accent, but finding it bleeding through nonetheless. "It is
not
about being the bad or good guy. We are working to have you operate within a moral framework that you can work with without compromising your professional and personal life, Carlos."
"Yeah, yeah," Carlos tried to wave off.
"No! We take your therapy seriously, young man!"
Carlos flinched at the therapist's outburst. "Then why do I feel like shit? I fixed things."
"No..." George said slowly over his glasses, pushing his notebook down. "You got this...Jim..." he said, checking his notes. "You got him a new job, not fixed their marriage. They have an uphill battle thanks in no small part because of you."
"But
he
cheated first!"
"I am not here to justify toxic behavior, Carlos. Tell it to your secretary."
"Then what do I do?"
"Well, what did you learn from this experience? Perfection is not the plan for your treatment. Progression,
not
perfection, is the goal for you. Do better than yesterday, so how do you think you can do better?"
Carlos thought about the question. He let loose a sigh.
"I suppose I shouldn't help with infidelity," Carlos said.
George let out a sigh of his own. He supposed that was certainly progress. He had hoped that Carlos might move past that and work on his deeper issues, but he had to take any steps in the right direction that he would get from Carlos.
"Well, it looks like we have a start."
Carlos nodded, falling back onto the couch. He would need to see George again in three to four weeks. He certainly was not looking forward to doing the work.
---
As much as he hated to admit it, George was right. Carlos was not one to settle down. He had tried that already, and he was not going to put himself in that position again.
But helping a wife cheat would be a no go. He had enjoyed the poly and cuck couples. The husbands were usually good enough to give permission, but the reason someone like Nicole had her certain flavor is husbands tend to revoke consent or they sabotage a good thing so they can see their wife with a bigger cock or to satisfy some other fetish.
Carlos did not work his ass off to be disposable. Relationships ended when he was done with them. To have himself be in a position to be hurt or left in a heap was not ideal.
He would
not
be taken for granted.
As he thought about those things, he saw Stacy at her desk. She seemed a little distracted.
"You all right?" he asked.
She returned to herself and nodded to him. "Oh yeah. Just relationship stuff."
"Is everything okay?" Carlos asked, stopping to show genuine affection. He liked Stacy. He was going to blow her back out one day, but especially after his last foray, he didn't want to ruin her life.
"Just...the hours. The money is good but you know...boyfriends don't tend to stay up for gals that have a job that has a ceiling for job potential."
Carlos looked at her, really looked at her, and he could see she was distraught. "Talk to me. Do you think you both need more time together?"
He could see she was near tears. She barely was able to just nod her head in answer to him.
"Then...for the next three weeks, you're in at eight and out by five."
Stacy looked at him, blinking in disbelief. "What?"
"I'll pay you as if you worked ten if you can just help me manage the normal day to day, Stace. If your boyfriend wants you to get a new job, I will make sure you get a great reference. Focus on your life. You only get one of them, you know."
She stared at Carlos as if he were a ghost before jumping up and hugging him.
"Oh...Thank you! Thank you!"
"No problem, Stacy. More difficult things are done all the time," he said with a kind tone in his voice.
When Stacy was done celebrating, Carlos went into this office. He shut the door. He would need to be sure of his next moves. He looked at his phone and sent a text to Autumn.
Saturday okay?
He was thinking about things. There was Tracy. Sweet woman. Never done this. He could be indispensable to her. She and her husband had no experience, so that was fun. Then there was Tiff. There were possibilities there. But he would need to push things with her husband if there was even a snowball's chance in hell for that.
He would need to be more careful than he had been with Jim and Nicole. It was about making it about hubby's choice. That was how he would get back to it. He reached into his top drawer. He was tossing his ball up and down when his phone vibrated.
Saturday. Bring a condom.
Well would you look at that? Things were looking up. Maybe he could push his luck in other areas as well. He would need to play one safe but the other he could push.
---
Hey! Are you okay?
That was the first text in weeks from Carlos.
Tracy did her best to not act excited. But the truth was she was excited by him. She had never met anyone like him. She did not know what it was. He was intelligent, well thought out...He didn't think with his dick like her husband.
And Chris was great. He was a supportive husband most of the time, but when it came to this fetish of his, he bounced around with it. One minute, he couldn't get enough of the idea of her fucking someone else, the next, he seemed pissed off by it.
Honestly, Tracy had no idea how to work with him, or what there was to do about it.
The simplest, most honest truth was she loved her husband, and this was not something worth leaving him over. That meant she would just have to let Carlos go. Simple as that.
It did not matter how interesting he was, the fact that he listened to her, or that...She was sure he was great in bed.
She had to let all of that go.
She would. For her marriage and husband.
Sorry
, she said back in one text.
I am going to focus on my marriage.
It was just that simple. She just hoped that Chris didn't bring up the fetish while he was getting laid. Before he came, that was when he
wanted
it. That was it. She wouldn't take advantage of that. She loved Chris, and she would continue to do so. That's what the vows she said at the altar had meant to her.
---
Tiffany enjoyed working for Carlos. She helped assist HR with management, which really meant making sure that when someone fucked someone else, they weren't having an affair or that Carlos' company was not liable for facilitating the affair.
Other than that, she did not have to do much, and she collected a good check.
While she enjoyed working for Carlos, that did not stop her from being very aware of his reputation. To a point, that was kind of why she enjoyed working for him. Carlos was never the kind of guy you marry, but you could always have a good roll in the hay with someone like him.
She was married to a very machismo Mexican-Puerto Rican man. Oh he was a dominant animal in the sack, but the fact that he was open to Carlos seeing her tits after the augmentation had her concerned.
Well concerned
and
excited. She had heard some amazing things about Carlos.
Again...As an adventure. Nothing lasting. That was when a sticky note was on top of a delivered folder.
It read;
I intend to hold you to your promise. Next Friday?
-
C.S.
She stared it, wondering what that would mean for her...For Carlos. Even for her husband. She could not pretend to hide the shiver up her spine.
---
"Yes! Yes!" Steve exclaimed. His cock was barely in Michelle for five minutes before he came deep into her pussy. If it weren't for the birth control, he was more than sure that his cum would have landed.
Fuck he was good!
Well, that is what he thought. Michelle could see the joy on his face. It had been weeks of this. Nothing was getting better.
She knew why he was jealous of Carlos. She got it. She was not the type of disrespectful person to say oh...He's stuck in his feelings. Her husband was jealous. He was, for the most part, a good and kind man. When someone does that much for someone, you do right by them. That is what loyalty was.
She knew that even in her polyamory. She would not just sleep with anyone, and she would not, in good conscience, sleep with someone just because they had a big dick or they were near on vacation or something. She could fuck an army and not feel an ounce of pleasure or love toward any of them if she so chose. The fun of an engagement was what built it for her. Ensnare her mind, capture her body.
That is what Carlos was doing. Well it felt like that, but Steve seemed apprehensive, and Carlos held back. The level of respect and loyalty made him more worthy than 90% of the male population. There were so many that were trash.
She thought back on a guy she fucked in Florida. Amazing cock, good stamina, and just the fun of it was great. But the guy acted like he wrecked her when it was good sex, maybe even great sex, but when a man acted like he changed the game with his cock, she yawned.
It was boring when men did that.
Carlos offered something more. Intrigue, respect, a certain loyalty.
He fucked up...
constantly
from what she saw, but in his own strange way, he was loyal. He didn't hurt his friends and he almost always came through. He was utterly amazing for that.
