This is the story of an older couple who shared building a business but ran into trouble with their relationship and are getting back together but in a more open manner.
Edited by WindySwimming. This is the second story WindySwimming has edited for me. I want to give him a special thanks for the assistance.
Introduction
Bob and Angie Hall have been married 23 years as this story is told. They met in college when he was a senior and she a freshman at New York University. They first met on a blind date even though they were on different campuses. He achieved a BS degree in Accounting that year and received an MBA the following year. She was starting her work towards a BA in English Education. When they met she was eighteen and he 22. They dated off and on until she graduated at twenty-two. By then Bob was working at a Manhattan accounting firm for three years and thought that he could afford to make the commitment of marriage.
When they met Bob was a six foot two hunk. In addition to being academically gifted he had an athlete's build; lean body, slim waist, tight abs, heavy chest muscles and arms, and very little fat. He had a light complexion with sharp features, and thick light brown hair. To this day of telling this story, he has changed very little. It makes most of his friends angry.
Angie was a five foot eight dark beauty. She had a smooth dark complexion with no blemishes and very thick wavy black hair. Her cheek bones were high, large expressive wide set dark eyes with thick eye lashes, and a large mouth with thick kiss-me lips. When she first met Bob, she already had an hour glass figure measuring 37-27-38 and a full C-cup. By the time they married she was a full D-cup and a little meatier in the waist and hips. Her figure changed quite a lot over the years that followed their marriage.
They married soon after Angie received her English Education degree. She was lucky to get a job teaching high school English at a high-end private school in Manhattan. They decided soon after she started bringing home a paycheck that they would take a chance and have Bob start his own accounting firm. He took a couple of customer with him when he left the firm where he was employed. He wanted a Manhattan address and barely held on to the office the first few years. Angie taught and helped him around the office all she could. These were lean times. They lived in a one-bedroom small apartment in a not-so-good neighborhood as close as they could get to Bob's office.
After five years of sacrifice, Bob's business began to be profitable. In these five years, their sex life was exciting and quite active even though they worked all the time.
For the next five years, Bob's business blossomed. He had to add accountants and clerical staff as the business grew. He moved the firm to a prime location with larger offices. It came time after ten years to set up a more formal corporate structure as a LLP. Bob named three of the accountants as partners and gave them five percent of the business. He and Angie also decided that they needed an agreement between the two of them as they both had invested in the business. It had many terms, including buy out clauses, ownership transfers in case of death or incapacitation of one of them, and what happened if they ever divorced. One of the terms buried deep in the language was a clause about unfaithfulness in case of divorce. Neither noticed it in particular as the lawyer stated the language was standard. Simply stated in case of divorce if either cheated in the marriage the party who cheated gave up all rights to the partnership in the business. While they thought it insignificant at the time, it became important to this story.
During these five years of building the business, their sex life remained good but definitely diminished in intensely. Both would however, declare they had a good monogamous relationship. Angie still had her outstanding figure. She continued to teach.
For the next five years Bob's accounting firm really took off. They added several large accounts requiring even more staff. His firm was now a known commodity in Manhattan. Angie helped during her summers and continued to teach. She however was not really needed at Bob's firm. Their sex life was going downhill. The sex was less often and perfunctory. Angie put on weight slowly about twenty pounds over the five years. For her fifteenth anniversary Bob gave her a boob job at her request. She wanted to offset her hips which were now 40-plus. It worked as she went from a full D to a DD and tits that had just a little natural looking droop. Somehow the surgeon, one of the best in Manhattan pulled off larger, firmer, and fuller while keeping them elevated on her chest.
For the five-year period leading up to their twentieth anniversary, Bob's firm got larger and larger. He was almost never home. They moved into a Manhattan condo with a very prestigious address. Angie quit her teaching job so she could handle moving, decorating, and making it a home without help from Bob. When she quit the teaching job she felt unimportant and depressed. She really gained weight, seldom weighing but ballooning to well over 200 pounds. A lot of that weight went to hips and boobs. She had to buy new clothes that hide as much of her shape as she could. Their sex life was practically nonexistent. Bob, however, remained the sexy hunk he was when they got married. The firm had placed an emphasis on physical fitness and Bob worked out every morning very early when not traveling and even then he used hotel gyms.
For their twentieth anniversary, Bob surprised Angie with a trip to the Caribbean. Bob took the week off and wanted it to be a romantic holiday. Angie was so self-conscious about her weight she would not even put on a bathing suit. She mostly wanted to stay in the room and feel sorry for herself. Several nights Bob went to clubs on the island without Angie. It was a miserable time for both. They had sex one time over the five-day trip and that was very unsatisfactory to both.
When they got back from this trip, Bob unconsciously made an effort to stay away from Angie. Most of the travel was probably necessary as the firm's client list included ever larger firms located throughout the US and high bank roll individuals that needed personal attention from the top executive. Bob's reputation had grown outside of New York.
Angie took stock in herself when they got back from the miserable vacation and decided it was time to do something different. She joined a gym within walking distance of their condo and went religiously. She hired a personal trainer to whip her into shape. She thought this was the first step back. After six months of training hard her waist was again twenty-nine inches and she had a fairly flat muscular stomach. The trainer had her work on her legs and hips a lot. Her hips were large and a firm 40-plus. Her butt cheeks were fleshy and plump with a nice protruding shape. Her tits were even more impressive. She was a full G cup that still had that slight drooped, the way the surgeon intended. When she looked in the mirror she was much happier with her body.
The next step was to make herself useful. She decided to look for tutoring opportunities for individual students. Mostly she took on exceptional kids. Because of her contacts made in fifteen years of teaching and personal hustle she gained a nice stable of students. She was happy with herself and her life except she wanted Bob back. She realized how much she missed him and their sex life. He really was good at sex and she could not believe she ever let that get away. For the next year, she tried to get Bob interested. It seemed like an act of desperation every time she tried to get his attention. It was like she no longer knew how to attract a man or at least Bob.
What she did not know was that Bob was screwing all over the US and had a New York mistress in an apartment he was paying for not far from his office. All he had to do was call and he had a 25-year-old bomb shell ready to do whatever he wanted.
Angie finds an outlet for her sexual frustration
It started innocently enough. After trying to get Bob interested for almost a year, she saw her chance one weekend. Bob was in town for a weekend for the first time in months. He had to work Saturday but planned to be home Saturday night early. She decided to put all she knew into this weekend. She was going to make his favorite dinner and dress as provocatively as she knew how. She looked all week for just the right dress. She looked at many dress shops before finding a cocktail dress with a shiny gray puffed skirt with an elastic waist belt that flared out over her hips ending at mid-thigh. Her large hips hiked up the dress in back making it look so sexy. The top was a strapless shiny gray boned bodice. It covered her massive tits but pushed them up so that it looked like her cleavage began at her throat. She thought it looked slutty and for what it costs it should.
Bob was supposed to be home by five. She planned to have dinner ready at seven, ply him with wine and make her the most forward advance possible. She was dressed at six thirty and had dinner on the table at seven. By eight she had opened the wine and started drinking. By eleven she was drunk and by midnight passed out on the couch. At three in the morning she came to, got in her pajamas, threw the dinner away, and cried herself to sleep. She did not get up until late Sunday finding Bob working in his home office. She was very hung over.
"Where were you last night?" Angie asked Bob.
"I had a last minute call from a client who wanted to meet immediately," Bob answered. Really he stayed overnight with his mistress.
"Why didn't you call?"
"I asked Sam to call," Bob lied. Sam was really Samantha the office manager they had hired a couple years before.
"Well she didn't," Angie said. "I waited dinner for you until after midnight and you never showed. You were with the client all night?"
"You know how it is," started Bob. "You have been around as we entertained clients and know it can get out of hand. We all got drunk and slept in his penthouse. Sorry."
