Author's note. It is that time of year when the days grow dark and short and my mood travels along. This tale is shorter and darker and the characters possibly less likeable than some of my earlier offerings. I hope it isn't too jarring for readers expecting sunbeams and butterflies.
Fair Warning. Many of you won't like this series. It contains non-consent and certainly reluctance, cuckoldry, interracial sex, drug abuse or drug usage, cheating, impotence, mature, the problems of aging and is in general rather dark. Further, many of you will find my characters actions stupid, illogical, selfish and in many cases juvenile. I only want to say two things. Again.
When people feel their lives crumble around them, they grasp at straws, they do poorly thought out and really stupid things. Welcome to humanity.
This is a work of fiction, not real life. Enjoy or not enjoy. Get over it. I welcome PMs if you want to chat as well as comments from regular Lit members.
Part 3
And I love you. Yes, I love you. Oh, how I love you.
Suzan was a little hung over and down over Tom's rejection, but we both went to work Monday morning. When I got in, the boss called me into his office. "John, you have been with us for a long time, and you understand our culture and how we like our teams to function. I need a favor." I thought,
Good, I'm not getting fired.
"What kind of favor? What do you need?" I said relief in my voice.
"I know this is short notice but, it looks like the acquisition of one of our competitors is going to happen. I need you to fly out to the West coast and meet with their people. We are going to need to reduce staff to eliminate redundancies."
"Being the hatchet man isn't my forte. Sounds like a tough trip. When does this need to happen?"
"You won't be actually firing anyone, only identifying under performers and people who wouldn't fit in. You leave Wednesday at noon. Work all day Thursday and Friday and fly home Saturday morning."
"Can it wait until next week? I have something planned with Suzan Friday."
"No, it can't wait. This would mean a lot to your position with us. I am sure she will understand. A good wife needs to support her husband's career."
"I will talk to her ASAP."
"Good. I will have Beatrice make your travel arrangements and get you a company card for expenses."
Shit, typical boss manipulation and damage control. Suzan will be crushed.
I called Suzan and we met for lunch. She was suspicious when she saw the look on my face. "OK, John. What is wrong?"
I replayed the conversation and her face fell as I got to leaving Wednesday at noon. "We were having our big drug date Friday I have been really horny thinking about it. Anticipating. Can you refuse, get someone else to go instead."
"No, I can't. I am sure he started the conversation in a way to make me think I was going to be let go. Always looking for leverage."
"Fucking Leonard is such a manipulative asshole! What am I going to do?"
"Not so much an asshole as a successful CEO. You don't get there by being a truly nice guy. Are you going to be OK?"
"Sure. I have plenty of toys and wine. I will make do."
I emailed the boss, 'All set. Send further instructions and an employee roster if possible."
Tuesday night I took my wife out for a nice dinner on my new company card. Before I left in the morning Suzan said, "Text me when you land to let me know how things are going. Call every night. Please."
My flight went well, and my luggage didn't get lost. I called home and Suzan answered slightly out of breath.
"Honey, I made it, the flight went perfect. I checked into a nice suite at the W, steps from the office. How are you, what are you doing?" I neglected to mention that first class was a real treat.
"Glad you are there safe. Me? I am drinking and playing with my toys. I was about to cum when you called. Now I have to start over."
I laughed. "Well, don't let me keep you. Enjoy and send a pic. I love you."
"Thanks. Love you too bye, babe."
A few minutes later I received a picture of my wife's privates with the biggest black dildo we owned buried in her cunt and a tiny vibe on her clit. The text said, 'Miss you'. It made me smile. I showered and went to bed.
Thursday flew by. Meetings both group and individual were back-to-back all day. Everyone was on their best behavior. Some of the group took me out for drinks, actually the company took us all out. The bar was noisy. I had to go into the men's room to call Suzan. When she answered I knew something was wrong. She was slurring her words and sounded like she was crying.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
"I mish you so much. I am sad and lonely. I am going to be all alone tomorrow. Come home tonight!"
"Have you been drinking too much?"
"Ish two bottles of wine too much?"