29 comments/ 58950 views/ 11 favorites Alec and Jessica By: murphy621 Alec's Story Jessica is a VP at the advertising agency where she has worked since we got married and moved to New York. She was English major in college and I had completed my MBA in finance at the same university at the same time that she graduated. We got married immediately afterwards and moved to New York because I had gotten a job with one of the large Wall Street investment banks. She subsequently got a job as a copy writer with the Parker-Ericson Advertising Agency. Our careers paralleled each others and I eventually became a Vice president in charge of corporate loans and she in charge of Account Acquisitions. We sold our suburban home after our twin sons graduated from college and we bought an apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. We were doing very well until it all began to unravel with the banking collapse in 2008/9. My employer was in imminent danger of bankruptcy and the Federal government forced us into a merger with a large national bank. Suddenly I was redundant. My salary of over a quarter of a million a year was too large for the new bank to swallow. Jessica on the other hand was doing very well. She had landed a large new client for her firm the year before last, and another one last year. Her bonuses for those two years were larger than my salary. She was now making in the middle six figures and once I lost my job, she was the sole support of both of us and the new expensive condo. Needless to say, the stress of my job loss, and my subsequent dependency on her, did nothing to support my male ego. Add to that, the fact that I was unemployed and not able to find another position, played havoc with my libido. To top it all off, this was the year of my wife's 25th college reunion. We met our friends there and we were sitting around reminiscing about old times and trading stories about when we were sewing our wild oats in our campus days. We were three couples who had kept close and we never missed a chance to meet at every fifth year reunion. We had all paired off during the last two years of school and we had gotten married within weeks of each other after completing our studies. Ray started by telling stories of some outrageous sex escapades he had with a campus hottie on the stage at the campus playhouse and Jake tried to top it with a story of how he fucked the dean's secretary on her desk in the dean's office. Jessica was laughing and turned to me and said, "Tell them about the time you and I were on top of the Bijou marquee" "Jess, I never thought you wanted it known. I imagined you would be embarrassed, you know I am." I knew we had been drinking quite a bit and I thought she was 'three sheets to the wind' already. "I don't think you want to tell that one now." "Oh poo, these are our oldest friends and it's about us." And in her mellow state she proceeded to tell of one of the most humiliating experience of my young life. It was at the beginning of her senior year and we had gone to what turned out to be a horrible movie, so Jess suggested we go out on the porch and have sex. When she was horny she never had any reluctance about being the instigator of making love. The porch she was referring too was the theater marquee that was easily accessible through the open window of the second floor ladies room. Everybody in the crowd used it at one time or another only this was my first time with Jess. I tried to be fancy and I tried to fuck her through a gap in iron work and my foot slipped and my leg got wedged in. Because of the angle and poor footing we couldn't get me out nor could I get my pants up. The fire department had to be called to rescue me from my semi-naked dilemma. It hurt like hell and the laughter and embarrassment was worse. I still felt the humiliation of that incident and wondered why she had to bring it up. There was laughter and some kidding from our friends and some one said, "You must have been some stud to try to do it through some ironwork." to which Jess replied, "He was......then." The 'then' was said sotto voce and was covered up by the general laughter and repartee' going on around us but I caught it and I gave her a quizzical look. She quickly looked away and I made no further reference to it until we got back to our room. "What was that 'then' all about?" "What 'then'? What are you talking about?" "The 'then' you added after you agreed that I was some stud back in college." "Well you were then." "But not now?" "Come on Alec, you haven't made love to me more than once or twice a month for almost half a year." "You know the stress I have been under been under since I lost my job. I have been busting my balls trying to get a new position. Besides, if you were not getting enough why didn't you ask, you were never shy about initiating sex or, for that matter, going without it for a long time." Then the enormity of what I said struck me and it must have shown up on my face because I saw her blanch, she actually went pale. I said, "Who are you fucking, Jess?" "What....what are you talking about?" She stammered "You heard me, who are you fucking?" "Alec, I never wanted you to find out this way." "How was I supposed to find out, when I walked in on you fucking him on our bed?" She was crying now, "I would never do that to you Alec." "So when would it be, for Christmas? On our anniversary? Or maybe Thanksgiving, so I would have something to be thankful for?" "No I was waiting until I asked you for a divorce." "Divorce! Jesus Christ, Jess why don't you just pull out a gun and shoot me? Who is the son of a bitch? Do you love him? Why do you want a divorce? Do you want to marry him?" The crying stopped and through the sniffles and her regaining her composure, I got the story out of her. His name is Josh Andrews and he works on her copy team. He is 31 years old and yes, she does love him, and yes, she wants to marry him. "Jess, he is fifteen years younger that you are. Are you crazy?" "I'm crazy in love with him Alec; he makes me feel like a woman. Something you haven't done in years. I didn't want to hurt you Alec, but he makes love to me like you haven't for the longest time. He does things for me that you never did." She was defiant now. The crying had stopped. She said, "I am going to see a lawyer about a divorce as soon as we get back to New York." I went to the closet and got out my suit case and started to pack. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like? I'm packing. Do you expect me to stay in this room with you? Maybe sleep in that bed with you? Are you going to give me a goodbye fuck? It was two o'clock in the morning when I called the front desk and had them send a bellman with a key card for another room, but I couldn't go to sleep. I couldn't believe what had happened to me. I was happily married for 25 years and I thought she was too. I never saw this coming. So now I was jobless and dumped. It did nothing for my self confidence. I checked out at 6am and left the charge for both rooms for her to pay. Then I caught the earliest flight home. I beat her there by half a day, just enough time to move what I needed to a cheap hotel on the West Side. Her lawyer didn't even know where to find me. But then I caught break, Sam Greenberg found me. Sam had come to the bank about three years ago looking for a loan to expand his small trucking company. He was turned down cold by the loan officer who worked under my supervision. He really was too small a customer for us to bother with. Sam was really pissed off and somehow wrangled an appointment with me. He then unloaded his resentment over the way he had been refused. In order to placate him, I told him I would review his application. It was a mess; he really had no idea how to present his finances or business plan. As I looked it over I saw that he was a good risk and I liked him so I did approve the loan for him. That good deed proved to be my salvation. Sam needed new financing again, his business had grown as I thought it would and he wanted me to prepare a loan application for him with a commercial bank. He needed a million dollars for a business that was worth at best, two million. I told him that would not work but what would do it for him was if I invested the half million I had in my 401K to bring up his balance sheet. "What do you want for the half million?" "Twenty five percent of the business." "I'll give you twenty percent." "Deal." We shook on it and I was now Chief Financial Officer of a going business and I was completely broke. Then Jess's lawyer found me and I was served with the divorce papers. I contacted a divorce lawyer who, after I described my circumstances, smiled like a shark. I had virtually no income and my net worth was my equity in the trucking company but my wife, who was divorcing me, had an income of almost half a million for the last two years. I was the one who was going to get alimony and in addition, since I could not afford the million dollar mortgage on the condo, she was going to have to buy me out for half of its net worth.. When we went for the final hearing, she was livid as the judge began to tell her what she owed. She cornered me in the lobby as we left. "You bastard, how could you do this to me." "All I got was a fair share of what we accumulated while we were married. It works both ways, did you think you could shed me when I was down and out and walk away scott free." "And I have to pay you alimony too?" "I didn't ask for this divorce, you did. I didn't fuck around on my marriage, you did. As the old saying goes, you have to pay to play, and now the bill is due. I hope your fuck toy is worth it because he certainly is costing you enough." The upshot was that she didn't want to sell the apartment so she had to pay me half of the net value. I was also entitled to half of the furnishings. I really didn't want anything that reminded me of her but I had just leased a tiny one bedroom apartment for myself and I did need some furniture. Josh was there when I came to pick out what I wanted. He is a good looking guy, I guess some women would call him a hunk, about six foot and one seventy five. Pretty much what I looked like when Jess and I got married. Now, compared to him I looked like a slob. I was paunchy, balding, close to fifty years old and I had ballooned to 230 pounds. Maybe she was trying to regain the youth that had passed us by. He was an insolent son of a bitch and he kept rubbing his possession of her in my face. He kept his hands on her the whole time I was there, on her waist, her ass and even her tit. He was demonstrating his ownership. But when, as I was leaving, he said, "I want to thank you for neglecting her; she really is a great fuck." It was then that I lost it. I hit him, as hard as I could, but it was not hard enough. I was almost 20 years his senior and when he came back at me I really took a drubbing. Jess was screaming as we fought and got hit herself as she tried to separate us. Finally I gave up from exhaustion and he got in the last licks. Jess had been cool to me when I got there and now she was positively furious. "Are you crazy, look at what you have done? Look at the broken furniture and you are bleeding all over the carpeting. I'm calling the police and have you arrested for assaulting Josh and me." Meanwhile, she was tending to her lover while I, who had been her husband, kept on bleeding. "You don't want to that Jess." "Why wouldn't I?" "Because you are his boss and his lover. I am sure there are some company rules about your kind of relationship with a subordinate and there may even be some sexual harassment issues involved here." There was no cop call and I left listening to hear her screaming, "Get out, get out you loser. I never want to see you again." I got out and I never did get any of the furniture I wanted. But what I couldn't get my mind around was how did it happen? How did a good marriage go from happiness to the hate that was now between us? The only thing I had left was my work and I threw myself into it. Like the bosses in every small business, Sam and I did everything. We had four drivers for our three big rigs and two more for the local deliveries. Sam and I were everything else. We were the warehousemen, loaders, mechanics and substitute drivers. When you have a million dollars worth of equipment you have to keep it moving to make money. None of our trucks stood still for a minute. The business grew..... and I shrunk. Between the hard work and my lousy cooking I dropped forty pounds. My waist shrunk from a 38 to a 34 and whatever was left became muscle. I couldn't do much about my bald spot, which had taken over the whole top of my head, When I complained to my barber about why he charged me full price for a haircut. His answer was, "Why not shave it all off?' to which I answered, "What the hell, why not? Do it." When I walked into the office, Marge our bookkeeper/secretary, gave me a wolf whistle and said, "Wow Alec, to bad I am married, I could really go for you, you really look good." "Forget it Marge, I am almost twice your age and Harry would will kill you for even having thoughts like that." "Harry is beginning to look like what you used to look like, besides you must have a hundred women lusting after you." She got me to thinking. No woman was lusting after me because I was never anywhere where I could meet one. It has been two years since my divorce had become final and I had been so buried in the business and work that I had no social life at all. I didn't even know where to begin. I hadn't looked for a date since my first one with Jess. Sam again came to my rescue. "I want you to go over to Consolidated Trucking and talk to Maria DiNapoli. Tony, her husband, died of a heart attack six months ago and she is trying to keep the business going but not succeeding very well. I hear that she is looking to sell." "Sam, we haven't paid off all our other notes yet. We are not in a position to buy another company." "Go over anyway and look at their books and their operations and see if you can come up with an idea. They could be a good combination with us." So I went over to see Consolidated and talked to Mrs. DiNapoli and the man she had hired to run the business for her. I didn't like him at all and after I looked at the books I liked him even less. I didn't want to talk to her about what I had concluded while we were in her office so I asked if we could talk over dinner, somewhere privately. She caught my drift and invited me to her home, insisting that she make dinner for us. As we ate we did not talk business. I was impressed by her intelligence and good looks and I have to admit, her culinary skills. Our conversation got a bit personal as we told of our histories, my divorce and his philandering, and how he died in his mistress's bed. Why anyone would want to cheat on Maria was beyond my imagination. She was a real Mediterranean beauty, and I told her so. In any event, we did get down to business and reluctantly I had to tell her that the books looked fishy to me. Either he didn't know his ass from his elbow or he was 'cooking the books'. She didn't know what to do. "Look," I said, "I think your company and ours could become trucking powerhouse. We can't afford to buy you out so I think we should merge but I don't want to take advantage of you. First of all I want you to get an independent audit of your books, not the firm your manager hired. Then get at least two independent appraisals as to the value of your company and then I think we can make a deal. So we did make a deal and we did become a trucking powerhouse. We were now three partners, two active and one passive and we were making money hand over fist. The partnership structure was too cumbersome for the size business we had become so it was time for us to go public. We did an IPO and the market valued our company at nearly 100 million dollars. We were now three multi-millionaires. All through the negotiations and the subsequent stock offering Maria and I had a lot of contact and I became very attracted to her. While I would not call her beautiful, she was a striking woman. She had the mature figure of a woman who had two children, both now in college. Her breasts were ample as were her hips but it was her small waist that set it all off. It gave her an hourglass look that I could not resist. It was at her home when I kissed her to celebrate the news of our sudden wealth, it was then a spark was lit. Our kiss became more passionate and her breathing became ragged. My hand cupped her ass and I pulled her tight against me, my hard cock was against her belly. She moaned and opened her mouth to my tongue. I pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress and slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I kissed my way down to the slope of her breasts and then her bra joined the dress at her feet. Her tits were a handful and the nipples a mouthful. They were long and stiff and must have been extremely sensitive because she came as I sucked them and I had to hold her tight to keep her from falling. "Please," she pleaded with me as she led me to here bedroom, "be gentle with me." And I was. I kissed and licked my way all over her body. I had her writhing and cumming multiple times. There were moments when she came that she bucked so hard I almost fell off of her and when I finally slid my cock into her, she came again and screamed and fainted. "My god," she said when she came to, "where did you ever learn to make love like that?" "Just my usual gentle style." "You can be gentle like that to me whenever you want." I was and we were married within six months. She is a delightful woman, intelligent, compassionate and oh so sexually submissive. Tony had done me a great favor; he had treated her so roughly and dominated her so completely sexually, that she was more than willing to comply with my every request. We were very happy together. The business continued to thrive and grow and we now had a VP for Sales. He came to me with an idea that we should be advertising at trade shows and in trade magazines. I was not opposed to the idea and told him to see what he could develop. He was back in three weeks with a whole presentation. I said, "That was a pretty fast result, how many agencies did you work with?" He looked a little sheepish when he relied, "Just one." "Which one?" "Parker Ericson." It was Jessica's agency. "Who is the account manager? Who made the pitch?" "Jessica Denton." So she had taken her maiden name, I had a sudden thought. "Did she fuck you Brian?" Silence. "Now listen to me, I'm not even going look at this proposal until you have at least two more and then if you think it's the best one, bring it back to me. You're a young man with young children and a very pretty wife, don't throw your marriage and possibly your job away for a roll in the hay with a woman who is willing to whore herself out to get your business." A thoroughly chastened young man left my office. Two days Marge buzzed me in my office. "There's a Jessica Denton here who wants to see you. She doesn't have an appointment but she is sure that you will welcome her." "She is not very welcome but send her in anyway." As she entered I rose to greet her, she was even better looking than I remembered. The first words out of her mouth were, "Is that really you Alec, I don't think I would have recognized you on the street. Why weren't you so good looking when we were married?" "Only the packaging is better, the contents are still the same. You are looking very good yourself. Josh must be very good for you." "Josh? He is long gone; we split over two years ago." Alec and Jessica So much for the guy she left me for, the guy she was crazy in love with. We chatted for a few minutes before we got down to the reason for her visit and as we talked I looked at her closely. She did look good, all the little wrinkles that had appeared as she entered her forties were gone, and her face was smooth as a china doll. Her tits looked bigger and she was showing a lot of them with the deep cleavage her dress exposed. When she sat down and crossed her legs the short skirt rose up so high I could see skin over the tops of her stockings. She was still a good looking piece of ass. "Why are you here Jess, I'm sure this is not social call?" "You know why I am here. You turned down my proposal without even looking at it." "Yes I did." I agreed. "Why?" "Because it was the only proposal and you fucked him to make sure it was the only one." "He told you didn't he?" "No I figured it out by myself. In fact it made me realize that you must have been doing the same thing to land your accounts before we split." "What are you talking about?" "Remember those two big accounts you brought in the two years before our divorce, the ones no one else could land and then you did? The ones that brought you those huge bonuses just before I lost my job. The ones that made you so full of yourself that you lost your respect for me. The ones that made you call me a loser. You fucked someone to get those accounts and god knows how many others to where you are now." There was silence, we just sat and looked at each other for a long moment and then she smiled and answered, "Well it's a man's world and a girl's gotta to do what a girl's gotta do to get ahead in it." Did I ever know this woman? How did I ever love her, did she ever love me? Was she ever faithful? "Come on Alec," she said, "I really need to bring in this account; I haven't gotten any new ones since this recession began." As she said that she leaned forward and gave me a look down her generous cleavage, I could even see her nipples. There was no bra and no sag. I had loved and sucked on those tits for 25 years and they never looked as good as they did now but now I knew they were a whore's tits and they didn't tempt me. "Save the show Jess, I'm not going to fuck you. You will just have to wait until we see the other proposals and take your chances. Now if you will excuse me I have a business to run. Marge will show you the way out." I thought that that was the end of it until one evening after dinner Maria said to me, "We have to talk." "Sure Honey, what's on your mind?" "Who is Jessica Denton?" "She is my ex, I told you about her." "You never told me her last name." "She took her maiden name after the divorce." "You never told me about that." "I didn't know about it myself until a week ago. What's this all about?" "She came to see me today. " "She came here? To see you? That bitch, what did she want?" "She told me that even if you denied it, you still loved her and that she was going to get you back and there was nothing I could do about it." I was furious. "I was married to her for 25 years, almost half of my life, and I never knew what she was, but I know now. She is a whore and she whored herself out for business and I never knew about it until recently. Yes, I did love her but that is long gone. When we parted that love was dead and buried. She tried to seduce me when she saw me in the office last week and I turned her down. This is her revenge by trying to split us apart. I swear to you Maria, you are my love and will be until the day I die. I will never see her again." I never did see her again although it took a long time until she gave up. She never got a nickel's worth of business from my firm. Jessica's Story I am a VP at a major New York advertising agency and I am proud of what I have accomplished. It's a tough competitive business and I had a tough time getting to where I am now. I was an English major in college and it was at the end of my third year when I met Alec Cushman, he was gorgeous. A six foot hunk, who was in his first year of graduate school and I saw him as a man who would make his mark on the world and I wanted to be with him when he did it. So I set my sights on him. I had become sexually active in my last year of high school and I soon found out that I could pretty much get what I wanted out of any guy if I gave him what he wanted. It worked for me all through college with some of the professors when I needed good grades and it worked for me when I wanted to land Alec. He even thought I was a virgin when I fucked him on our third date. But to my surprise, I really did fall in love with him. We married immediately after my graduation and because he already had had a great job offer from a Wall Street bank we were off to the 'Big Apple'. It didn't take me long to find out that English majors were not in great demand except for maybe teaching school and that I was not willing to do that in some urban jungle. So I tried the ad agencies, applying for a position as a copy writer. After being turned down at my first four interviews I said in exasperation to my interviewer at the fifth one, "Who do I have to fuck to get a job here?" He smiled and said, "Me." I was somewhat taken aback until I realized that life hadn't changed for me, and I replied, "Where and when." I got the job and life was good for Alec and me. Like most young newly weds we made love at every opportunity and before I knew it, I was pregnant, with twins. I worked through most of my pregnancy and after I delivered, they let me work from home. What with my computer, fax machine and telephone I was able to deliver whatever they needed and I earned their respect for good work. By the time the kids were two years old we had moved to a home in the suburbs and we had a full time live-in housekeeper/nanny and I was back in the office full time. Alec was the Asst VP for Corporate Loans when I got passed over for the Assistant Account Manager's job in my section. I was pissed. I stormed into my boss's office and demanded to know why I was nor promoted. He gave the usual bullshit about how I would probably get pregnant again, miss time at work, wouldn't be able to supervise people from home, yada yada yada. I figured it was time to bring out the big guns. "Sam," I said as I unbuttoned my blouse, "there will be no more pregnancies, I had my tubes tied, and these are yours to play with if you promise that I get the next assistant account manger opening." Well, of course, playing with my tits wasn't enough for him, or even for me for that matter. So I ended up fucking him for three months until I got my promotion. Not that it affected my love life with Alec; it was just as good, if not better than it was before. I was working hard and my efforts began to pay off and by the time the twins were eightI got my next promotion, to account manager. Naturally, I had to fuck the CEO to get it. My pay kept increasing as new accounts were brought in and I was making over 100K per year. Alec meanwhile was rising in the corporate structure and growing in the waist line. The early 2000's was a time of consolidation in the banking industry and Alec was becoming concerned about the viability of the bank that he worked for and whether it could survive the looming crisis he saw coming. It made him distracted and more concerned about his livelihood than about sex with me. He was also balding. Some times when I looked at him I wondered what had happened to that 'gorgeous hunk' I married. And some times, when I looked in my mirror, I saw a woman who was beginning to show her age. When the twins left for collage I really began to feel old and when Alec ballooned to 230 pounds it wasn't even comfortable having him make love to me. It used to be that when he neglected me for even a few days I was all over him demanding that he do his duty to his horny wife. I was not above waking him out of a sound sleep by sucking on his cock. It had gotten to the point where he began to resist even my most insistent demands. He just wasn't that interested in making love to me. It was about a then when Josh joined my account team. He was thirty and reminded me so much of what Alec had looked like when we married. When he first came on to me I just brushed him off, I didn't want to mix work and play. But he was persistent and, I don't know how, he got me to agree to meet him for dinner one night when Alec was out of town. He took me to the Rainbow Room, probably one of the most romantic restaurants in Manhattan and one of the most expensive. Between the ambience, the view of the city and the wine, I succumbed to his advances as we danced to the slow music that is the staple there. When he kissed me, we were still on the dance floor and I kissed him back and when his leg went between my thighs, I actually humped him. In the taxi, as he was taking me home, we were necking like a pair of high school teenagers. My skirt was up around my waist and I was sitting on his one hand with his finger in my pussy. The other hand was emptying my bra and pulling my tit to his mouth. I was totally out of control, I hadn't had a man desire me like this in years "Josh, I don't......" His lips on mine closed off my objection and when his tongue passed my lips whatever I was going to say was forgotten. I was lost in a world of passion that I had only dimly remembered. His fingers played on my body like I was a keyboard and the music that came out of me, were my moans and cries of pleasure. His lips were on my neck and shoulders as he slid my dress down to meet my skirt I never knew how he removed my bra and panties. We had just recently moved into our new condo and when we pulled up in front of the building I had to get dressed before I could get out of the cab. The driver was leering when we got out and the door man was grinning. When we walked through the door of my apartment and I said, "I want you inside of me Josh. I want you to fuck me. Don't tease me, do it now." The dress was off in a flash and I was naked, my underwear must have still have been in the cab. He lifted me in his arms and my nylon clad legs wrapped around his waist. He settled me onto his cock and he fucked me up against the foyer wall. I came with an ear splitting scream that must have awakened the neighbors in the apartments all around us. Previously, I had been unfaithful to Alec only when I had to be, only to advance my career. I never felt any guilt about it. After all, I had been doing it all of my adult life to get what I wanted, but this was different. This was sex with a man who could do nothing for me materially, who came on to me not because I offered myself, but because he desired me. He spent the night with me, in my marital bed, in my new two million dollar condo. When we got up in the morning, after another go around, I was in love again and it wasn't with Alec. Josh was fifteen years younger than I was, and he made me feel just as young as he was. I felt alive, beautiful and desirable and I wanted him for my very own. It was shortly afterwards that the axe fell on Alec and he lost his job. He was in his own private hell and I was floating in my paradise. I had just landed a huge account that others in the agency had given up on. My bonus was bigger than Alec's salary had been. Of course I had fucked the CFO to get the contract and cuckolded my husband and my lover as well. But what the hell, this was only business. Alec sank deeper and deeper into his depression and I was floating on air as I enjoyed my lover three or four times a week. Shortly after the New Year I used my feminine wiles to land another contract that had been previously unattainable and I was the fair-haired girl at the agency. I was making almost half a million a year while my husband was moping around the apartment. I had the world by the balls! Then came that fateful reunion weekend. It was fun seeing our old friends and when we got to reminiscing and telling stories of our adventurous youth I told of Alec's humiliating experience on the theater marquee. I could never understand his embarrassment on that night or of why it still bothered him, so I told the story any way. I didn't care if I embarrassed him or not. Not only had my love for him been replaced but I had lost respect for him. In my eyes he had become a broken unattractive man. When I said, "He was......then." I meant that he was nothing now, and he caught it. He looked at me but I looked away. I didn't want a confrontation there; it would have to wait until we got back to New York. It didn't take that long, it happened as soon as we got back to the room. He asked me what I meant when I said 'then' and my frustrations with him came out. When he asked me who I was fucking, it all boiled over and I ended up telling him I was going to divorce him. I didn't want it to end this way but he walked out on me, not even returning to New York with me. When I got back his things were gone from the apartment and I didn't even know where he was living. Until finally my attorney found him. I never met with Alec until the final hearing and I never expected the ensuing results. My lawyer did not prepare me for what happened. Alec was broke, whatever money he had was invested in some two bit trucking company and I was going to have to pay him alimony. Not only that, but he was entitled to half the net worth of my condo and the furnishings! How could that be possible! It was all mine! I was the one making the big bucks! I had to buy him out? What kind of world is this? That bastard, he had the nerve to tell me that I was the one that wanted the divorce and I had to pay to play. It got even worse when Alec came to pick out the furniture that he wanted. Whatever love I had was gone and I really couldn't stand the sight of him; he looked like a working class slob. Josh had moved in with me by then and, I guess, it must have been a man thing because he couldn't keep his hands off me the whole time we were discussing what Alec wanted. It made me feel good showing him that I had a new young lover and how much he desired me. When Alec was leaving and Josh thanked him for neglecting me, Alec exploded and hit Josh. In the resulting battle several pieces of furniture got broken, Josh was hardly marked but Alec was bleeding all over the place. I got a black eye trying to separate them and ended up screaming at Alec that I never wanted to see him again. I settled down to an incredible sex life with Josh and the adulation of everyone at the agency, that is, until the bite of the recession took hold. I couldn't land anymore new accounts no matter how much I flaunted myself, so no more big bonuses. I finally had to sell the condo and take a loss. Then stupidly, Josh changed his home address with the HR department and I got called on the carpet for cohabitating with a subordinate. Given the choice of me resigning or him leaving, he had to go. He went to a competing agency and to rub in, moved out on me to live with a bimbo he had been screwing while he was living with me. I was now past fifty and it was beginning to show so I had to make an investment in my future if I was going to get business the way I always did. I got a boob job and a face lift and I guess it worked. I finally negotiated a contract with this trucking company that had gone public a short time ago. They had a new VP of sales, a young guy almost half my age that I convinced to accept my bid without competing ones. I thought I had it sewed up until he came back to me with his boss's refusal. Can you imagine how surprised I was to hear that Alec was his boss? I had never even bothered to know the name of the firm that Alec had invested in. I wasn't going to give up on this contract without a fight. So I went to beard the lion in his den. I went without an appointment to see Alec. I didn't want to give him the chance to refuse to see me. When I walked into his office he rose to greet me and I got the surprise of my life. I would not have recognized him anywhere else. He was in his shirt sleeves, his shaved head glistening above a taut body and trim waist. He was not the Alec who had let himself go and who I had turned my back on. I complimented him on his good looks and we chatted a bit until he asked about Josh. I told him that Josh and I had split and I thought I saw a sad smile on his face. Then we got down to business and I found out why he would not OK the contract. He wanted competing bids but what was now more important he figured out why mine was the only one. He also figured out that I must have been fucking anyone I had to, to get ahead throughout my career. All through our marriage I was able to use sex with Alec to get what I wanted from him. I figured if I could get him into bed not only could I get the contract but maybe marry him again. After all, he must be a multimillionaire by now. I tried it again by flashing my tits at him but this time he turned me down flat and practically threw me out. I was desperate and went home angry. I tried to get to him through his wife and get her angry enough that she would split with him. Maybe then he would be susceptible to my charms. It didn't work. I never got to see him again; I couldn't even get an another appointment with his VP for Sales. So it's no Alec and no Josh and it's back to work. There must be someone out there who would like to give their business to a good looking dolly who will fuck to get what she wants.