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Many people smile when told this joke. 'What do you call a bus full of attorneys at the bottom of a lake? A good start.' If you find that offensive, then I wouldn't read any further.
Chick Rains: "Dreams die hard, when they don't come true. Dreams die hard and there's nothing you can do."
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Heather:
It starts early. The brain washing. From the first 'Learn to read' books, it's there. The movies for children cement the desire. A woman HAS an elaborate wedding. As a young girl grows, it is reinforced at every step. She's the queen of the ball, the envy of her friends, and of course there's the faceless man she's marrying. HE doesn't matter. A girl doesn't become a woman until she has a spectacular wedding.
There's the flowers. There's the dancing. Don't forget about the beautiful dress. Wearing the dress hours after the ceremony is expected. The food, the cake, the toasts, it's all part of the experience.
I had my wedding. It is one of my fondest memories. I would trade it all in if I could have eloped with someone who loved me until death do us part.
My name is Heather Cummins. I grew up as Heather Winslow. I just turned thirty and have a five year old son, Cody. I've never been one to stress about my physical appearance. I wear make-up and dress nicely, but I'm a little overweight. I was overweight in high school, when I married, and I'm still what people refer to as apple-bottomed or pear shaped. I'm a very caring person. I lend a shoulder to cry on more often than I should admit. My nickname with some of my best friends is 'the girl scout.'
There isn't a Mr. Cummins in my life. He traded me in for a newer model, one without kids. It happened before Cody was a year old. I'm a paralegal and my ex is an attorney. The new Mrs. Cummins was the receptionist in the skyscraper where his law offices are located. My alimony and child support aren't enough to live on so I never stepped down from my job as a paralegal. I don't now, nor ever did, work at the same office as my ex. Since I was served, my ex has never spent a minute with his son. In a typical legal maneuver, he had Cody DNA tested before agreeing to child support.
I never cheated on him, emotionally or physically. I'm not built that way.
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Jillian:
It was my dream. I started planning it when I was a child. I play acted it. I dressed my dolls for the occasion. My Halloween costume was a wedding dress. An extravagant wedding was my top priority. That is until I met Carter. He became my top priority. I wanted him more than I can describe.
Carter and I married young. We met when I was a freshman in college. He was working in the bookstore. My grades slipped that year as I was spending way too much time on my back with Carter teaching me how much fun sex could be. We eloped in the summer before my junior year. I wanted a big wedding but my folks were living from paycheck to paycheck. As much as I wanted my grandiose affair, my concern, for who and how it would be paid, won out. Both sets of parents were less than thrilled at our decision. I was racking up a sizable student loan debt which continued to climb after we were married. Our honeymoon was spent in an RV we'd borrowed from my grandparents. The national park system was our playground.
Carter was the breadwinner as I continued my education. He's my knight in shining armor and has never complained about our one-sided arraignment. I was able to attract some scholarships, which helped ease my conscience. After graduating from law school I passed the bar exams, after one failed attempt. Landing a position at an established law firm earned me a sizable signing bonus and healthy salary.
Since our financial situation has improved immensely, I brought up the subject of having a big wedding to renew our vows. Carter is less than thrilled about the idea. It gnaws away at me. I've started holding it against Carter for not letting me live my childhood dream.
One of the attorneys in my office has persuaded me to have a faux wedding. We're planning on doing it at an upcoming convention.
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Carter:
My name is Carter Fascino and I've been married to Jillian for eight years now. We had a whirlwind romance then eloped. I don't think we forced the issue. We couldn't stand to be apart from each other. It was very difficult to get good grades being that distracted.
We were both in college with Jillian two years behind me. I continued on, getting my masters. My dissertation went well enough. After grad school, I found a great job which allowed Jillian to continue her education. We didn't even need to vacate our near campus apartment.
When Jillian was accepted into law school, we put a down payment on a nice starter house near her new campus. Jillian is pretty smart and her grades continued to shine. She spent three years attending law school.
Without children to siphon my paycheck, we were gradually paying down our student loans. They won't be paid off any time soon. I use my spare time to turn our little starter home into something special.
Jillian has mentioned, on several occasions, that we should renew our marriage vows so she can have her dream wedding. I could care less about a wedding and firmly believe we have better uses for the money. We are ass deep in student loans and the home improvements haven't been cheap.
Around six months ago, when I reflect back on things, Jillian seemed to start treating me with a touch of disdain. I let it go, rationalizing it to the stress of her job. Unfortunately, her continual sniping has also resulted in our sex life plummeting. It's as if I don't know her any more.
I recently met a man named Dario Attraente who is helping me through this problem. The problem is a lot worse than I ever imagined.
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Coco:
I am married to my dream lover. Enrico was enchanted with me. He turned on all of his charms. As an attorney in a large law firm, he makes a very nice salary. Boring my friends with my praise of Enrico is what I do best. We married within six months of meeting.
Being a virgin, on my wedding night, was my top priority. Although Enrico did everything in his playbook, to get me to spread my legs before we were married, I won out and he took my cherry on our wedding night. My friends tease me by calling me 'Saint Coco.'
I may have been a virgin, but I watched porn, and read stories, about how to please a man. Enrico's moans of pleasure tell me I'm pretty good at sex. We don't have any children yet but our target start date is rapidly approaching.
People think I'm more eye candy than substance. They are dead wrong. I may work in the sales department, but I'm a very shrewd negotiator. Knowing how to distract the opposite sex is crucial to closing some deals. I'm still a saint though. I've never done anything to put my marriage at risk. The men in my office do their best to seduce me. I've got a nice life with Enrico and have no plans to disrupt it.
Although I've been true, I recently learned that the man I married is a fraud. I've started working with a man named Dario Attraente who is helping me through this problem.
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Heather:
As a recent graduate, I was absolutely thrilled when I landed a job as a paralegal at Blyndham and Robbem. I'd been married for a year and things seemed to be going great. After delivering my son, Cody, things weren't the same. It wasn't long before my ex moved out and I was served with divorce papers.
Having my job is my salvation. I can easily forget my personal problems with the never ending demands on my time. I was seduced by one of the attorneys in house. Enrico was quite charming and seemed to know exactly what to say and do to get me to agree to go out with him. At the time I wasn't his assigned paralegal, and didn't know he was married. Although several of the men in the office had shown an interest in dating me, Enrico won out. I deeply regret that decision.
After dinner, on our only date, I felt myself getting a touch woozy. Enrico took me back to my apartment. After I paid the babysitter, we started making out. I was too weak to fend off his advances. As much as I tried to deny his intended goal, I was too weak and soon found his cock being shoved into my somewhat dry pussy. There was no pleasure. I felt disgusted but it didn't end there. About thirty minutes later he flipped me over and shoved a glob of cream up my anus. The pain was real. I buried my head and sobbed as Enrico shoved his cock up my ass.
Enrico was gone when I awoke. There was blood and semen leaking from my anus. The jerk had the audacity to greet me cheerfully in the office.
"Thanks for the evening doll. You were great. Let's do that again, and soon."
I glared at him. If I thought I had a chance to pursue rape charges, I would have. I needed this job, as it paid so well, and the cost of daycare was substantial. I chalked it up to being one of life's lessons. There was no doubt in my mind that the bastard had drugged me. I never felt the need to extract some form of revenge, until now. What, when, and how still needed to be determined, but I planned on shoving it up his ass when I got the chance.
From that point on, I never entertained any offers from any of my co-workers. That's not to say that I wasn't tempted. There were a few of the single attorneys who seemed really nice, but I decided to not mix work and pleasure.
Fate can be a cruel thing. Not only am I assigned as Enrico's paralegal, I am also the assigned paralegal for his latest conquest, Jillian Charmers.
Jillian helped me immensely. She's an attorney working insurance cases and she'd only been on staff for six months when I was assaulted. We became friends. Whereas I had my fancy wedding, Jillian had taken the route of eloping with her Prince Charming. Sadly, she wanted a wedding. She harbors a grudge against her husband for denying her that spectacle.
I used to think she was a role model. Now it's all I can do to fake my smiles when dealing with her. Against all of our warnings, she is having an affair with Enrico Traditore. The more time she spends around him, the more dismissive she becomes to all of her office friends. Initially she was 'one of us.' She was not above hanging around any of the females in the office, regardless of their position. After my disastrous date with Enrico, she was very thoughtful and caring helping me deal with the lingering effects. I never let anyone know it was Enrico who raped me.
As she became confident in her job, Jillian changed. Although she is cordial with the receptionists and paralegals, she is now above them and treats us accordingly. It's not just her. I think the environment lends itself to that result.
Once Enrico and Jillian started their affair, the disrespect from both has been compounded. The sad part about their affair is that they didn't bother to conceal it. Working with either of them was a challenge. Having to deal with both, which happened more than a few days a week, takes a lot of patience.
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Enrico:
I love women. Correction, I love having sex with women. When I pry those legs apart, I take great pleasure in treating myself to those forbidden charms. Married pussy is the best. They want sex as much as I do and there's no commitment.
It's a game we play, and I love playing the game. Yeah, I'm married. She's a sweet lady but I can't see myself spending the rest of my life with her. I worked hard to get to her prize package. She's the only virgin I've ever had the pleasure of taking. I had to get married to take her cherry, but with the pre-nuptial agreement she signed, leaving her won't cost me much. My grandparents left me a nice trust fund which is sheltered against claims.
My latest project is Jillian. We work in the same office. When you're on the prowl, you keep your ears open. I caught wind that she wanted a dream wedding and her husband wasn't interested. That gave me the opening I needed.
Breaking down the marriage vows starts with treating her like a queen. Turning her view of her husband into that a selfish bastard is the next step. Promising the dream, in exchange for burying my cock, is the end game. Jillian and I are headed to a conference and we plan on 'getting married.'
I've enjoyed Jillian's married pussy several times leading up to this fiasco. I've had better, but that's not the way I describe it to her.
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Dario:
My first job, as an attorney, was at Blyndham and Robbem. I left on less than amicable terms when I refused to do something I felt was unethical for Charlie Robbem, whose name graced our letterhead.
Charlie did everything he could to sink my career. He did his best to get me disbarred. Fortunately I had always made paper and digital records of all of my legal dealings. They ruled in my favor and sanctioned Robbem.
I've never been married but was infatuated with one of the paralegals. Although Heather Cummins and I dated a few times, something changed and she wanted nothing to do with an intra-office romance. I've meant to reach out to her sooner, but the amount of time I'd spent getting my own practice established, realistically prevented it.
