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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 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 y 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.
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. Tiffany or even Michelle would not work. She dialed a number her boss would not expect.
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?
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 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?”
“If we try to have a threesome, I am in charge.”
Autumn let out a snort of laughter. “That’s not going to happen,” she said simply. “You cum too quickly, babe. I think you like that he’s better than you.”
“I don’t…”
Autumn looked at him and saw his cock getting hard. She knew what this would all hinge on, and she was smart enough to get her way.
Bending down onto her knees, she unfastened his belt. “I don’t think that’s true, babe.”
Pulling his pants down, his impressive member flopped out, hardening by the second.
“Do you like that he is better than you?” she asked, cooing with seduction.
“…Nnno,” Sam struggled as Autumn wrapped her mouth around his cock.
“Are you sure?” Autumn asked when she pulled him free from her lips. She enjoyed seeing him in such a helpless state.
She ran her hand up and down his shaft. A glint of selfish pride in her skill flashed in her eyes when he groaned.
“You do like it,” she cooed as she started to stroke him. After a long night at work, before eating, he was puddy in her hands. She went back and forth on her husband’s member before she wrapped her lips around it.
He groaned, rolling his head back. “Yes! Gawd yes!”
“I’m going to fuck him so good, baby. He’s going to make me his little slut.”
“Fuck yeah! Be his slut!”
“I will, baby. I will!”
He leaned against the wall. Part of him wanted to run his hands through her hair, but he felt he couldn’t, so he ran it over the wall he was leaning on. He felt his own hair and let out noises from his mouth that were his recognizable admission of his pleasure.
When the moment of his mounting surrender arrived, his sperm shot into his wife’s mouth. Like any seasoned, dutiful partner, Autumn slurped up every bit of him before bringing herself to her feet.
“Thank you, Sam,” she said. She leaned forward and kissed her husband. His white ejaculation was still coating her lips. Caressing his cheek, she smiled. “He really is going to fuck me so good.”
Sam could barely stand. When she pulled her hand from him, he heard her say something about food being ready. He barely heard it though. He was in a land unto himself.
Calling out was not something Michelle made a habit of. Luckily, she had a few personal days stored up, so being home with her husband was made easier. She sat at her dining room table.
She was wearing a dress that she found frumpy. In no way did she want to come across as y to Steve. This was not because she did not love him. On the contrary. They had an open marriage sure, but if it meant his happiness, she could close it.
The favors or promises or whatever they had with Carlos would have to be dealt with, but that could be done in a day. Carlos had always been reasonable with Michelle. Sure, he said he had plans for her, which was hot, but they were adults who lived in the real world. They had bills, responsibilities, family, so on and so forth. He could live without playing with her. After all, if nothing else, he had other play things to distract him.
When Steve walked through the door, Michelle hugged and kissed him.
“What’s this?” Steve asked, confused. “Are you hoping we don’t fuck? Because I promise it won’t work. I know what you look like underneath.”
He smiled and tried to undress her.
“I am glad you brought up .” Michelle said simply. “Because I am not happy with the lack of .”
Steve looked at his wife confused. “I’m sorry. We had the other day.”
“No…I blew you, and you came on my tits the other day,” Michelle countered quickly.
Steve looked at her, hurt. “No”
“Look, I’m not mad,” Michelle said, raising both hands. “You’re possessive and jealous and you need to feel like the man of the house. I get it. I won’t hold that against you at all. But you’re letting your issues with Carlos stop us from having let alone good !”
Steve shook his head. “That’s not what’s happening here!”
“Yes; it is,” Michelle replied simply. “Again, I understand. But you tell me you want another kid, so I make anyone I play with wrap up or I take something, so it isn’t their kid, so you don’t feel emasculated in raising another man’s kid. All I’m asking is you actually fuck me, make me cum, and then cum inside of me!”
Steve blinked as he accepted his wife’s words. “I never thought you felt that way.”
With his ego bruised, Steve shook his head. “I am going to go.”
“What? Why? Where are you going?”
“Out. If I am not in here to fuck my wife well, I might as well be somewhere I make someone happy!”
He turned from her and grabbed his keys. Within moments, the door was slammed. He did not even lock the door behind him.
His office phone rang when Carlos was having lunch. Just once, he would like to get through a salad without having to deal with someone else’s problems.
He pressed a button to connect with Stacy.
“Who’s on the line?” Carlos asked.
“A Dr. Elliot Goldstein. I am pretty sure that you’re going to want to take this.”
“Oh…For fuck’s sake!” Carlos groaned. He swallowed what was in his mouth, gulped down some semisweet ice tea, and he caught his breath. “Go for Carlos.”
“Mister Santiago, I do not appreciate you browbeating my colleague,” came the voice of the everserious Dr. Goldstein.
“I apologize for that, but he left me with little choice.”
“No. I think he presented you with options you did not like,” Goldstein said, holding his tone firm for another moment. Once he did, he let out a sigh. “However, one of my nurses reminded me how generous you have been to the hospital in recent years, and how important this particular case is to you. I would be open to discussing it with you this Saturday if it suited you.”
Carlos smiled at the helpfulness of having friends in high and low places. “That’s all I was after. See you Saturday.”
When he hung up, his line from Stacy blinked. He pressed the button and asked, “Yes?”
“Tiffany to see you.”
“Show her in,” Carlos said, keeping his tone even. He had figured this would happen. Though, to be honest, given Tiffany’s professionalism, he expected her to take longer to try and see him.
When she entered, he saw how smartly dressed she was. Every part a man might ogle was covered.
He looked at his clock to make sure it was after twelve before saying, “Good afternoon, Tiffany. Have a seat, hon.”
She thanked him and accepted the chair.
“What can I do for you?” Carlos asked when he returned to his seat.
“Is this going to change things between us?” Tiffany asked. Carlos was so stunned by her forwardness that she went on. “I want to keep things business as usual even if…” she paused.
“Even if we had ,” Carlos whispered conspiratorially.
Tiffany looked at him as if he had said the most outrageous statement.
“Ma’am, we planned to have fun off hours. We did. I don’t know where your husband stands, but from me, and my end, nothing’s changed. If you want to change jobs, I know a few firms in LA, San Fran, or New York that would welcome you on their HR teams making more than here, and I will gladly write you a letter of recommendation along with showing them your glowing annual reviews. If you choose to stay, I will still treat you like a wonderful employee that has helped protect this business.”
Whatever she had expected him to say, clearly this was not it. For a moment, she grabbed a tissue and looked down. There was not an abundance of tears but moisture came from her eyes nonetheless.
“Sorry. I just worried that everything was going to change after we…had….”
Carlos came around and got on his knees. “No. Tiffany. I enjoyed it. I won’t lie, and if you and Juan are okay with you and I doing this again, that would be great, but if not, I do get it. Trust me, I do. You’re a person to me, not just a lay.”
Tiffany lunged forward, kissed Carlos on the cheek and hugged him. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”
Carlos returned the hug and a laugh. “I plan to try and be as straightforward as I can with you, Tiff.” He wiped the last remnants of her tears from her face. “May I?” Carlos asked. His thumb ran from her cheek to her chin.
When Tiffany realized what he wanted, she nodded. He leaned forward and pressed his lips softly on hers. It was not deep and passionate. It was sadder somehow. Tiffany felt it for what it was. He was saying goodbye for now. That almost made her cry some more, but rather she smiled, touched his cheek, and whispered to him.
“Thank you, Carlos. For all of it.”
When Tiffany left the office, Stacy noticed that Carlos threw on his suit coat. He was quick to depart after. Given what she heard, Stacy suspected that he would not be running after Tiffany.
“Don’t wait up. You’re off at five, Stacy. Don’t wait up,” he said as he disappeared in a flash.
Stacy knew better. Her call to Tracy was out of line, but this one would be even more so.
She picked up the phone, dialed the number on the card. She had pulled from her purse. Like any good secretary, she had a rolodex, a planner and contact book, as well as a digital contact list, but her most important information and connections were on cards in her bag. Most people would not think about it. It was what separated her from the subpar secretaries.
Of course, she had copies in a minisafe under her bed. No one would know what the connections were to all of those people, and if anyone robbed her, there were other things to take from her apartment, like her televisions or her boyfriend’s gaming desktop, so it was not a big concern of losing those things.
As such, she could manage Carlos’ life anywhere, no matter where he or she was.
“Doctor Weiss’ office. Alicia speaking. How can I help you?”
“This is Stacy from Mister Santiago’s office. Could you connect me to George?”
Alicia sounded new, but by using Doctor Weiss’ first name and calling from another office, Stacy made the call seem personal, instead of the professional appointment that it was.
“Miss”
“We have been over this, doctor. Call me Stacy.”
There was a sigh from the other end of the phone. “Very well, Stacy, but you and I have spoken about you connecting to me personally. All of Carlos’ appointments must be set through my receptionist, same as everyone else.”
“Doctor, we both know that my boss is not like everyone else.”
Another sigh was freed by the mental healthcare professional. “This is true. What can I do for you, Stacy?”
“Please call him after Monday to schedule something sooner rather than later.”
“That’s not how this works.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know you have doctorpatient confidentiality, and my boss expects some of the same privacy from me, but…Doctor, he’s going to need your services. I know him. Trust me.”
There was silence from the doctor’s end of the line.
“Understood, Stacy. I will call him before Wednesday next week.”
“That’s all I ask. Thank you, Doctor.”
He sat on the roof of his building, he had a small bench put in near the edge. As much as he liked the view, he did not want to look like one of those crazy people that looked like they were going to jump off the building.
It let him look at the setting sun and just smile. He had his thermos for cocoa and a glass decanter holding his scotch with a small glass to drink from.
“Is this the part where I make the joke that you shouldn’t jump?” came the familiar sound of the y, curvy redhead.
“Hey, Michelle,” Carlos said, waving her over.
“Had a rough day?” Michelle asked, walking up to him.
“You wouldn’t know. You called out today.”
“I was trying to save my husband’s pride,” Michelle said, motioning for permission to sit next to him on the bench.
Carlos looked up, seeing what she wanted, and moved the decanter and cup to the ground while moving his thermos over to the over side of the bench.
“How did that go?” Carlos asked, motioning for her to sit next to him.
Michelle blew out a deep breath. “Pointless. Unless I am singing his praises, he’s not happy. What is wrong with men?”
Carlos let out a laugh. “Yeah… Men, sure,” Carlos said, shaking his head.
“What does that mean?”
“It isn’t men, it’s the men you fuck with,” Carlos said. Before she could question him, he held up two fingers on his right hand to hush her, and she listened. “Do guys need their pride petted? Sure. But don’t blame us for your bad choice in a husband.”
“My marriage might not be perfect, but no one’s is.”
Carlos turned to her, offering her the scotch. She accepted it gratefully. “Can I be honest with you?”
Michelle groaned, rolling her head back in annoyance. “Fuck it. My day can’t get any worse.” She paused, motioning with her hand. “Go ahead.”
“Most marriages aren’t great,” Carlos said cynically. “Something like eighty percent of people in the US are married at least once in their life. This years divorce rate is…what? Forty percent? Twenty five percent of married men cheat in a marriage, and almost thirty percent of women are abused in a marriage.”
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