Chapter 9: Crossroads
The night upon getting home was the most difficult for Tiffany. In the moment, she had enjoyed her time with Carlos. They had cleaned the cum from her chest, and the cum on her pubic area had slid some into her from the last thrust. She knew there was one shot of his semen inside of her.
Even more, she did not mind the cum on her that was drying against her panties. Well, she had not minded at first. With her husband in her car, driving him home, she felt herself sobering to everything. Legally speaking, Carlos was covered, and if a judge or
any
lawyer heard the story she had to tell, she was likely to be fine. However, Tiffany's idea of a healthy marriage was no one saved by legality.
Getting her husband out of the car, Tiffany heard him muttering, "Don't like him suck on your titties, Tiff. Those are mine."
His sloshy drunkenness was not helping matters. Her marriage had been a simple one. Sure, he was passionate and sexy in the beginning, but things died down. He liked being in control like most men, but Juan was hardworking and good.
Kissing him softly on the cheek, she laid him down to get some rest. Had he not gone along with her moving him, Tiffany would have struggled to get him into the house, much less their room. Once he was in bed, she went to the guest bathroom to shower.
She stripped and got in, letting the warm water do its magic. She could feel the faint touch of where his cum had been on her chest. She found a sponge, lathered it with a bar of soap, and scrubbed away Carlos' DNA. It did not feel bad to do, but something about it left her with longing. Was this all she was going to have? One night to remember? Probably. That was how it should be.
She was a professional, and Carlos was her boss. The weekend was fast approaching, and she could not bring herself to pretend that she did not have a job to do.
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Morning came to the office as it always did. Someone was giving their monthly projections and last month's earnings in. Stacy watched it all. If someone was last than thirty percent, they would hear about it from Carlos. Their business was a smaller one, but that was twofold. They had a lot to prove to other, bigger financial firms.
However, the upside was they were not as restricted as the bigger guys. Since they traded in smaller quantities, their day traders could make one to four percent a day
without
affecting a stock's price.
This was where they made their money. People that were on track to make a bundle made bonuses at the end of quarters. In that, Stacy knew before they did. Every trader was paid well. She could not know the numbers, but more than one hundred and fifty thousand a year. It was their bonuses that made them slave away to make more. When someone gets another twenty five to fifty thousand in three months, they were hard pressed to do well. Of course this meant Carlos made more millions in a year. Despite his fun, he was one of those bosses that demanded success.
He had already done so turning his long term investments into millions, so he did not need to prove himself. This was for other, younger, hungrier men.
Stacy knew that, for him, money was just a tool that let him do other things. Sometimes that meant he would fuck Tiffany or that one intern's wife. One day, he would sleep with her; Stacy was all too aware. Whatever Carlos wanted, he would get, but when it came to what he needed, she looked at Goldstein on his itinerary for the weekend, and she knew that was another matter altogether.
Picking up the phone, the secretary knew what Carlos would want. Fucking Tiffany or even Michelle would not work. She dialed a number her boss would not expect.
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Her phone rang for a number she did not recognize. Chris was probably at work. He came home smelling of booze more often than not.
She did not know what to do with him.
When the phone rang the third time, she paused. With hesitation, she pressed the green accept icon on her phone and swiped.
"Hello?" the wife asked.
"Is this Tracy?" the voice on the other side of the line asked.
"Yes? This is Tracy. To whom am I speaking?" she asked.
"This is Stacy. I am Mister Santiago's personal assistant."
Tracy found herself lighting up at the idea before she caught herself. "His personal assistant?"
"You and Mister Santiago had a date a little bit ago, did you not?"
"Yes, we did," Tracy said back, both unsure and suspicious. "Is something wrong? Has something happened?"
"Nothing so serious, Tracy," Stacy said before exhaling away from the phone. Tracy could hear it, the subtle change in the breathing. What it meant, she did not know. "Did you enjoy your time with him?"
"I did, but I don't see what that has to do with--"
"Would you like to see him again?"
"Of course I would
like
to see him again, but my hus--"
"This Sunday, at around 6pm, he's going to go to at
Sam's Bar and Grill
. You know it?"
Tracy hesitated. "I do, but--"
"He'll be there, by himself. He might be getting drunk. Be there, Tracy. He's going to need the company."
Like that, Stacy hung up. Tracy sat there, thinking. Sunday...Carlos...But Chris... This was wrong but he was never home. One more time...What would be wrong with seeing him one more time?
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Sam came home from work as he usually did. It had been long and hard. Night shifts were no joke, but when they offered an extra three bucks an hour, he knew he would take whatever time and overtime he could.
Thankfully, his wife was at home, waiting for him.
"Hey, babe," Autumn said while she was making some kind of pasta.
"Hey, hon," Sam said, a little tired.
"Food will be ready in a minute. Kids are out, so it's just us for this weirdo brunch thing."
"Autumn," Sam said seriously. "We need to talk."
Autumn stopped what she was doing when she realized how serious this sounded. "Yes?" She turned the stove top off and made sure to face her husband.
"You're going to see him again, aren't you?"
Autumn stalled for a moment. She did love her husband. She had no plans on having an affair even if it had crossed her mind. "I was hoping to, yes."
Sam exhaled. "I still plan on fucking our neighbor. I have been thinking. It would be unfair if I did this, and didn't let you do that."
Autumn looked at him, unsure how serious this was. "What's going on?"
"I have rules, Autumn. This isn't easy as a guy."
"Okay, okay," she said, raising her hands to let him speak.
"I don't want him in our apartment when the kids are here."
"That's a given," Autumn said, letting out a breath of annoyance.
"I don't want you to get pregnant. We have enough kids as it is," he said.
"We had one when I was on an IUD, and the second was from the depo...so what exactly is my plan here? Make him wear a condom and don't let him cum in me?" she asked, slightly irritated.
"Just do your best," Sam said, reasonably.
Autumn exhaled. "Fair enough. Anything else?"
