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Temptation Island

By: StangStar06



Hi folks, Thanks to everyone who wrote in about last week's story. I really understand that a lot of you hated the ending. I like that. No, I don't like the fact that you hated the ending. I liked the fact that those of you who liked it said so and those of you who didn't also said so. That's what this is about. Just remember they're onlu stories. And you guys, I've said it before are far smarter than I am. My original intent was to have Priya come in and see him lying there dead and shoot herself too. So those of you who picked up on the tragic Romeo and Juliet thing are simply too smart. Anyway, this week we have something else. I'm pretty sure that the BTB part of the audience isn't going to like this ending of this one but next week will be their turn. As usual, Thanks to the truly gifted Mikothebaby for finding and fixing my F' ups. 

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My name is Lisa Bennett and I'm not a happy camper. I'm vying for one of the manager positions at my office and the competition is fierce. I've done everything I could to make myself stand out from some of the other people in the organization who have just as much seniority as I have. But I'm not sure I've done enough to put me over the top.

In actuality, I've done more than I ever should have, but getting that position is really important to me. Becoming a manager is the first step to becoming an executive in our company. Becoming an upper management level person is one of my goals.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but I've been having sex with my boss for the last two months in order to make sure that I have his recommendation. I feel awful about doing it, but I have to use every advantage I can come up with. I'm competing against other employees who don't have all of my weaknesses. Some of the women I'm competing against are a lot prettier than I am. And some of them are built far better. I don't have huge tits or a slim rounded ass. My legs aren't like a bikini model's perfect limbs. And I'm not even the smartest among the candidates.

I do have the edge when it comes to knowledge of the company's rules and procedures, but shit, anyone can consult our rule book for that. I'm not single. So I don't have the ability to travel anywhere at the drop of a hat or to do unlimited overtime. I have to use whatever I can to secure this position. It will make everything better for my family.

I love my family more than anything and I want them to be proud of me. My husband Jeff is my soul mate. I love him more than life itself. And he feels the same about me. Whenever I need to do something for my job, Jeff steps in to pick up the slack. When I had to attend that management trainee seminar, Jeff juggled not only his responsibilities but mine as well. He never grumbled he just did what he had to do. I'm hoping he can summon the strength to do it for me one more time.

Part of the reason that I feel so bad about what I'm doing is because I love Jeff so much, but I want to be an exec so badly that it just forces everything else out of my thoughts. It's my fondest dream. I want to be one of those women, in the tailored suits and dresses with a slim briefcase. I want to be the kind of woman that everyone fears. I want to go toe to toe with the big boys and determine what company policy will be.

From the time that I was old enough to watch television, I was always fascinated with female executives and entrepreneurs. At my age, nearing forty, the chances of me inventing a better mouse trap or starting my own company are getting slimmer. My best chance is to work my way to the top or near the top of the company I'm already working for. I guess this is my last chance at making sure my dream doesn't die, so I'm pulling out all of the stops and just going for it. Come Hell or high water, I have to give it everything I have.

My kids aren't really old enough to understand it. They get the fact that sometimes Mommy has to work longer so Daddy picks them up and drops them off. And sometimes Daddy has to make their breakfast and their lunches and their dinners. Sometimes, Daddy has to tuck them in at night too. Sometimes Daddy has to tell them that Mommy loves them because they haven't seen me in a couple of days, because I leave before they wake up in the morning and don't get home until after they're asleep. I hate all of that. It sometimes makes me feel like a failure as a mother when I miss those recitals and sports events but I tell myself that in the end it will all be worth it.

I guess the reason that I'm not a happy camper right now is because I'd thought that the worst part of this was over. I'd thought that once my boss, Ken Daniels, had given me his recommendation for the position, I wouldn't have to have sex with him anymore. I just found out that he wants me to go away for the entire weekend to a seminar on an island. He said that all of the biggest executives for our company will be there and it will give them a chance to see me in action.

Once he'd dangled that carrot, I knew that I couldn't refuse. But I also knew that he'd expect to have sex. And it wasn't his fault either. Ken was happily married just like I am. He has two kids, a girl and a boy, just like I do. I know his wife Patty and I like her. Ken also wasn't forcing himself on me. He hadn't sexually harassed me or anything like that. I had actually made the first move. Ken had commented on how many members of our staff were in the running for the manager's position that would be opening up and soon as George Willis retires at the end of the fiscal year and how it was going to be tough to make that decision. I'd thought about it for a couple of days and when he came to work grumpy one morning, I asked if he was okay. He'd told me how Patty was having as he called it, female problems, so she wasn't relieving his stress. He'd laughed about it, but later that day I gave him a blow job in his office.

I also told him that he should take me along on his over-night trip to Ohio. While we were in Ohio, I let him fuck me and that had started things out. There was no love involved. Ken loved his wife and I love my husband. It was only sex for him and just my way of getting a leg up on the competition. When he gave me the recommendation, I'd seriously thought that the sex between us was over.

There really was no need for it to continue. Patty had recovered from whatever her problems were and I had my name in the hat. As far as I was concerned, we were done. Besides, Patty is prettier than I am, younger than I am and Ken loves her. Why the hell would he need me?

So now I have to go home and ask my husband, who I feel guilty about cheating on and who is already doing far more than his share of work around our house and with our kids, to let me go away for a weekend seminar. If either one of us deserves a weekend getaway, it's him.

For once, I get out of the office at a decent time. It's only 7 o'clock when I pull into our driveway behind Jim's precious Mustang. I barely escape being splashed with the hose. Jeff is washing and waxing that car yet again. I think he washes it every day during the summer. It's probably closer to every second or third day but shit...the last time my car was washed...I don't actually remember the last time my car was washed.

He smiles and waves as I get out of the car. He puts the hose down and comes over to kiss me. He takes my briefcase in one hand and wraps the other hand around my waist. I pretend not to notice that his other hand drops down onto my ass, which he gives an affectionate squeeze.

As we pass through our backyard on our way into the house the kids continue running around the yard chasing each other. There are a couple of the neighborhood kids over playing with them. I turn and smile at them but they keep playing.

"They're having a good time," said Jeff.

"They didn't even notice that I'm home," I said. I was really disappointed that my kids didn't come over to even see me.

Jeff notices my disappointment and smiles. Then he pushes me up against the counter and wraps his arms around me. As he leans to kiss me, I can feel his dick hardening and pressing against me. He gives me a very gentle yet insistent kiss and reaches both hands down to squeeze my flabby ass.

"It's been a while Lis," he says between kisses.

"Jeff, it's only been since this morning," I mumble between kisses. "And before that it was last night and yesterday afternoon while the kids were napping before that."

"Can I help it if I just always want you?" he asked. I just laughed because it was true. We'd been married for over fourteen year and my husband's ardor for me had never faded. As I matured and cut my long flowing hair to a more manageable short cut, it didn't change things. As my ass started to spread and my cheerleader's tight body became almost frumpy, Jeff just said it made me more comfortable. While all of my friends of a similar age were grumbling about how their husbands rarely wanted to have sex with them anymore, Jeff still fucked me every chance he got.

And he was sneaky about it sometimes too. I remember a few weeks ago when there was still snow on the ground and we were having one of those family movie nights. The kids were still wide awake and weren't going to doze off for quite a while. I was lounging around in my underwear and a long robe.

Jeff had called me to come down into the basement. His voice was loud and sounded as if he was upset. As I walked down the stairs he'd been grumbling about something I'd done to the washing machine. He closed the basement door behind us and followed me down the steps.

"Do you see it?" he said. "You need to take care of that."

"What?" I asked looking at the machine. I looked closer and found that Jeff was behind me. He quickly flipped my robe up and started rubbing my pussy though my panties. I was shocked but I was also turned on. He stuck his knee between my legs to spread them and then knelt behind me and stuck his face on my panty covered pussy. He rubbed my clit and started humming which vibrated my labia. My panties got wet almost immediately.

He turned me around, pulled his pants down and stuck his dick in my mouth roughly. He grabbed the sides of my head and just fucked my mouth. He thrust himself in and out while pushing my head back and forth as if I was just a device to be used for his pleasure.

Then he pulled me up and yanked my panties off, tearing them in the process. He slapped my ass a couple of times and then bent me over the washer and pushed his dick inside of me to the hilt in one thrust. He put his hand over my mouth to keep me from crying out and started slamming it to me hard and fast. He reached around and rubbed my clit almost gently while he slammed me. I whimpered and moaned but the sound didn't carry, at first because of the hand over my mouth but later because his kisses and my responding kisses didn't let the sound carry.

He pulled out of me roughly, just when I was ready to climax and leered at me with his dick still dripping our combined fluids. He pushed me and I landed in a pile of dirty clothes. He opened my robe and started sucking on my nipples and biting them.

The he climbed on top of me and everything changed. "I love you Lisa," he said. And he re-inserted his dick into me. I spread my legs as wide as I could get them and he took his time. He very slowly and very gently stroked me until I was ready to climax again. When I told him I was there he stopped. "Squeeze that pussy," he hissed in my ear. "Milk this dick." He stopped thrusting and just rubbed the base of his dick against my clit, which was fluttering like crazy. I tried to clamp my internal muscles around him even tighter. The head of his dick was in me so far, that I was sure you could see it in my stomach.

"Oh fuck," he said, as I squeezed him the last time. His dick let loose a torrent of hot, sticky sperm deep inside of me that drove me over the edge. I clamped my thick legs around his back and held onto him as I rode the waves of pleasure.

When he came down off of our natural high, he gently kissed me again, then stood up pulled his pants back up and looked down at me lying among the dirty clothes with my legs open and his sperm leaking out of me. "Lisa, you have to take care of this machine," he said, loudly enough for the kids to hear us upstairs.

"Jeff, I'll take care of that machine whenever you want, baby," I said. He ran back upstairs to continue watching the movie with the kids while I got myself together. I threw the panties he'd ruined away and cleaned my bruised pussy. Jeff knew me so well. He knew exactly what my needs were. He also knew how to manipulate them. He knew enough to treat me like a whore to get my juices flowing and then slow things down and make sure I knew that he loved me by finishing me off with romantic and gentle sex.

I had never ever said, "No," to my husband and I never will. He knows that but he doesn't abuse the privilege. We have had sex in public places, which fuels my desire for risky things. But he never does it in places where we might get caught by anyone who knows us. Lots of strangers have seen him fucking the shit out of me, but no one that we know has ever come close.

Reality intrudes and suddenly, I'm back in the present and my body is responding to Jeff as it always does. I want him badly but then I always do. The problem is that right now I'm not clean. Luckily this far his kisses have only been on my lips. I can't allow him to try to put his tongue in my mouth. I'd never do that to him while there might be traces of Ken's leavings in me.

There isn't much chance of it, since I only swallow with Jeff, but I'm not taking any chances.

I turn my face away from him. "Honey, the kids might see us," I said. "I'll take a shower and meet you in our room. You can bring me a plate of whatever delicious dinner you fed our children."

"And then what?" he asks.

"And then I give you my latest round of bad news," I pouted.

"And then what?" he asks again.

"And then after the kids are asleep..." I turn to face him and look into his eyes. I'm staggered by the amount of emotion I read from him. He clearly loves me, but sometimes even I'm awed by how much.

"After the kids are asleep...you can do whatever you want to me for as long as you want," I said.

"Now you're talking," he says happily.

When I get out of the shower, I tell Jeff about the trip and he just smiles and tells me that he can handle the kids for a weekend and that it's no big deal.

After the kids go to sleep, my husband rolls over and undresses me. He starts out by gently massaging me until I'm ready to pop from his touch, then eats me to a giant orgasm. After that, he makes slow romantic love to me and we fall asleep in each other's arms. 

I wake up the next morning and start getting ready for work. I kissed him on his forehead and make a firm decision that the weekend trip will be the last time I ever cheat on him. He deserves far better than he's getting from me.

Two days later, Jeff and the kids drive me to the airport. We drive my Volvo and not his Mustang, because he doesn't like stuffing luggage and other things in its tiny trunk. He also doesn't like the kids kicking the backs of his leather seats.

The back of my Volvo also looks like the garbage can in a candy store, with all kinds of bubblegum and bits and pieces of candy stuck to the seats. Jeff would have had a heart attack or at least a vasectomy, if his back seat looked like that.

I met Jim and a couple of our coworkers on the plane. We flew to the coast and then took a boat to the island.

As we get off of the large boat, I notice that the island is called la Isla Tentacion. It looks more like Fantasy Island from that old TV show. As soon as we step off of the gangplank, people are rushing to grab our bags. As we check into the hotel, we are immediately whisked away to bungalows in a more secluded part of the island.

One of the first things I notice is that Ken and I are sharing a bungalow that is a short distance away from our other coworkers. I immediately tell him that the accommodations won't do. "Ken, there is no way I'm sharing a room with you," I tell him. "All I'd need is to have one of the guys notice the arrangement and let it slip. What do you think Jeff would do to you if he heard about it? What would Patti do to you?"

He looked disappointed, but he called the desk and got me my own room. We were all tired from the flight and the boat trip, so after dinner, we all settled into our rooms to rest. Less than ten minutes after I got to my room, there was a knock at my door. Ken slipped inside as soon as I opened the door.

"God, I've been waiting for this for two days," he gushed. "Why do you still have your clothes on?"

He started trying to open my blouse and I just let him I was in shock. "This is going to have to be a quickie," he said. "I really have to save my strength for tomorrow."

He stripped my blouse off and pulled down my shorts. He pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down onto it.

He lined his dick up and just pushed it into me. I'm not even sure he'd ever heard of the word, "foreplay." He just started fucking me like I was part of the hotel staff and it was my job.

"Thanks, Lisa," he said when he was done. Then he headed off to his room or the bar. I have no idea where he went. I was just shocked. I stayed there in the soiled bed and cried silently. I realized, of course, that it was my own fault. After all, what had I expected? Every encounter Jim and I had experienced had been the same. Rushed blow jobs in his office and hurried sex in cheap motel rooms had been the total of our time together. You couldn't really call what we had an affair, because an affair is a relationship. Although most involve a lot of sex, they also involve dates and dinners and trips. All Ken and I had ever done was just to relieve his stress.

I guess maybe in the back of my mind, I'd thought that since this was in fact going to be the last time we did anything, that he'd make it memorable or at least like we meant something to each other. I realized once again how truly superior to Ken, my husband was, and I vowed once again to never do anything like this again.

I called Jeff at home and told him how miserable I was and that I missed him. He said the same thing he always did. "Honey, you can come home anytime you want. You can even quit that job. We'll be fine," he said. And I knew that he meant it. Hearing his voice made me feel stronger. I was determined to show the other three managers tomorrow exactly how competent I was and get their support as well as Jim's.

The next day, Saturday, would be the main work day. Saturday evening we'd do some kind of social thing and then we'd all be back on the boat first thing Sunday morning. We'd be on the plane by Sunday afternoon and back home by Sunday evening. At least that was the planned itinerary. I had breakfast with Ken that morning and he lowered the boom on me. None of the executives were on the island. Actually only the four managers were present. I was angry at first but Ken assured me that this would be the perfect opportunity to raise myself further up on the list.

Right after breakfast, Ken and I headed for one of the bungalows. He knocked on the door and walked right into the room. Inside the room was Alan Jenkins. I knew Al from work. Al was the manager of the accounting department. He was basically a bean counter and looked the part. Al was barely five foot six and weighed over two hundred and forty pounds. He wore thick glasses and squinted all of the time. He looked like a fat hedgehog, with his combed straight back hair. Actually hairy was a good way to describe Al he had thick hair all over every body part I could see.

From the moment Jim and I walked in, Al's eyes followed me everywhere I went. They made small talk for a few moments and then Ken looked at his watch.


Temptation Island



"Lisa, you are so lucky," he said. "Do you know how many of our co-workers would love to be in your shoes? Probably all of them would love to be where you are right now. As you know, on our level there are four managers and with George retiring at the end of the month, most of the people with even a ghost of a chance are fighting tooth and nail for his position. I'm getting all kinds of people trying to buy me lunch, or do all kinds of things for me."

"Me too," said Al. "They just won't stop."

"Lisa, you've already got my vote," he said. "But one vote out of the top four managers just puts you on the list. That's why Al is here. Al's vote would do a lot towards moving you to the top of that list."

"What is it going to take to get Al's vote?" I asked. "I already save the company money by maintaining the lists of office supplies and buying from the cheapest vendors possible. I make sure we turn off lights whenever possible and recycle as many things as possible."

"We've noticed your contributions," said Al nervously.

"You just need something to get you over the top Lisa," said Ken.

"What could I do?" I thought. I liked the way this was going. The previous evening Jim had left me feeling like I was more of a prostitute than a coworker. Now I was here with two managers discussing strategy and my career. This was what I'd wanted from the beginning.

"I think a blow job, would go a long way with Al," said Ken. Al looked away nervously. I sat there in shock.

"If you don't want to..." said Al nervously.

"No Al," said Ken. "She's just more used to guys who take charge."

"I don't know," said Al. "I don't need any sexual harassment charges and..."

"Al, you didn't pressure her," said Ken. "She's offering to do it for you. You didn't even ask her to. You never even mentioned it. I did. She's probably just nervous about me being here with the two of you while it happens, so I'm going to leave. I'll be back in a half hour or so."

It took all I had not to start crying right then. At least Ken was normal looking. My husband was better looking and in better shape than Ken, but Ken was far better looking than Al. Al looked like Ron Jeremy but without Ron's good looks. The biggest difference between Al and Ron Jeremy was the height. Ron Jeremy cold easily land the role of Honey Boo Boo's mother in a movie, but Al would be too short.

I thought about it as Al warily eyed me. It was only a blow job and it would mean that two of the four managers would be on my side.

I slowly reached for Al's zipper. The hardest part about blowing Al was that I kept losing his dick in my mouth. Al's equipment was the smallest I'd ever seen on a man. I also found out that Al's wife refused to give blow jobs so the one I gave him was his first, EVER. He was very nice about it, but I still felt like a whore.

True to his word, Ken came back in thirty minutes. We went back to my room. "Brush your teeth," he said. As soon as I did that, we left and went to another bungalow. This time the bungalow belonged to Derrick Martin. Derrick was a tall thin black guy. He was the production manager and one of the most important men in the company. When Ken left me with Derrick, I knew what would happen. I sucked Derrick off and then he fucked me. I'd heard that black guys had huge dicks but I'd never seen one. Derrick's dick was like the rest of him. It was pretty long but it was also pretty thin.

Derrick ran his dick the way he ran the production floor. He just kept slamming away until he came. Just before he shot his sperm, he pulled out and shot it all over my face. There was a lot of it and it smelled awful.

Ken came back and took me back to my room. We didn't even speak to each other. I showered and put a robe on. "Get dressed, we're not done yet," he said.

"But I have three out of the four votes," I said.

"Lisa, you don't have the most important one yet," he said. "If you really want George's job, then George being willing to train you for the last few weeks before he leaves would help a lot."

I followed him to George's room. George was eighty years old. Even after taking a Viagra pill and waiting twenty minutes the best I could do for George was to get him a tingle down there. I used a lot of lube and proved my ability as a manager when I managed to get George's nearly flaccid dick into my pussy.

Almost as soon as he was inside of me, his eyes rolled back inside his head and he came. He hadn't pulled out and I hadn't made him wear a condom. I had no fear though that George's eighty year old semen contained enough active sperm cells to impregnate me.

It had taken almost ninety minutes with George so it was nearly dinner time. I ate dinner alone in my room and felt like shit. I hated Ken, but I hated myself more. Led Zeppelin had a song called Stairway to Heaven, I felt like I was on the Stairway to Hell. My journey to damnation had been a series of very small steps from faithful wife to full-fledged whore.

As most things do, it started with a dream. I had a dream to be an important woman. When I saw my chance, my head was filled with beer commercials and slogans from sportswear companies. They always say, "Just do it," or, "Go for it," or, "No fear." And we've all been told for as long as I can remember that a quitter never wins and a winner never quits. So I reached out for my dream and found myself in the midst of a competition. It was also a competition that on paper, I couldn't have won. There were lots of people who had higher or just better degrees than I did. There were people with more technical knowledge than I had. All I've proved was that I was willing to give away a bigger piece of my soul.

So at this point, maybe I'd get that promotion after all, but would it actually be worth it? It had been one tiny step on my descent into hell that had begun that journey. Ken and I had been friends and I'd taken one tiny wrong step. I gave him a blow job. I'd thought that it would go no further. I'd thought that act would put me over the top. It had escalated to me letting him fuck me. That had evolved into my being pretty much his sex toy, but now he was whoring me out to his peers.

After dinner, I decided I'd call Jeff. I just needed to hear the sound of his voice. I needed to talk to my kids. I needed something to make me feel human and loved again. It didn't happen. After dinner Ken and the other three all came to my room for the main event. They took turns fucking me and having me blow them until we ran out of condoms and they ran out of steam. At one point, I'd screamed in pain when Ken forced his dick halfway into my ass. I immediately pulled away from him and slapped the shit out of him.

"Lisa, I thought you'd like to see what double penetration was like," he smiled. "Come on this is a team building exercise. You're the only female manager so you're going to need to prove you can take one for the team."

After they left, I curled up in a ball on the floor. The sheets and even the mattress were so full of cum that it smelled awful. All of the men, even though they wore condoms, had elected to pull out, take off the condoms and shoot on me rather than risk any chance of a pregnancy. Like me they were all married and happily, with the exception of George. I wondered then why they'd risk their careers and their marriages. It wasn't like I was some sex goddess. Shit, the only man I knew who loved me was my own husband Jeff. 

I'm not some tall, blond, Swedish bombshell. I'm a short, small breasted brunette with glasses and a fat ass. I have a gut from bearing my husband two children and flabby legs. It just didn't make sense. None of these men had the hots for me. And they all seemed to love their wives.

As we waited to board the boat the next morning, I heard a few of them talking.

"I can't believe she let us do that to her," said Al. "Ken, you almost fucked her ass. Does your wife let you do that?"

"Hell no," said Ken. "My wife isn't a whore. Are you crazy? I'm lucky to get a half assed blow job on my birthday. All Patti gives me is plain vanilla sex. That's why when Lisa just walked in and sucked my dick that day last month, I knew that we had something going. Think about it. We can have regular manager's meetings and fuck her as much as we want. And I guarantee you, before the month is out, not only me but all of us will have fucked her ass. This weekend was just about loosening her up. Shit, the bitch went way further than we ever expected. She never said no, except for me sticking my dick up her ass. And I'll bet you with a little patience and some lube, I'll be up in her guts before the week is out."

"And the best part," began Derrick. "Is that by promoting her to manager, we don't have to worry about some of those smart assed, young, recent college grads coming in and making us look bad. We promote the one person in the whole company who isn't smart enough to actually threaten any of our jobs."

"Plus, we get to fuck her as much as we want," said Ken. "All of the nasty things that your wife won't let you do to her, you can do to Lisa. It not only makes the company better, it makes our marriages better. We don't have to keep making our wives angry at us by pestering them for things they don't want to do."

"But what about her marriage?" asked Al.

"Shit, that's on her," spat Ken. "Remember, she started all of this. She came to me. I did not ask her for that blow job. And she could have always said, "no," at any time. She obviously doesn't love her husband. Either that or the poor bastard just isn't getting the job done. Maybe he's one of those guys who are just too nice to give the slut the treatment she wants. Didn't you hear the way she was moaning and howling last night? She loved it..."

I wanted to walk over to them at that moment, just to shut them up. But I couldn't. I had to wipe away my tears first. Everything they'd said had hurt me. I knew that you had to be ruthless and self-serving to succeed in business sometimes, but I had never expected anything like this.

They were right. I had howled and moaned when they'd used me the night before. But it was from pain. It's really strange when you think about exactly how much sperm ended up on me and the furniture in that room and then realize that I didn't have even a single orgasm. So the whole thing about Jeff not being able to give me what I needed was simply ridiculous.

The thing about me not loving my husband was so ludicrous that I never even considered it. The rest was just hurtful. They made it apparent that they all thought of me as just an idiot. My only value to the company was my inferiority and my stupidity. And maybe they were right. After all, I let a group of fat, over the hill, middle managers, who were afraid of losing their jobs to younger, smarter, employees pick me to replace a retiring co-worker. And I did it because not only am I stupid, but I'll also give them all the pussy they want and do things their wives won't.

I walked by them and immediately went up to the top level on the boat. As I walked up the stairs, I heard them still talking about me.

"Hey, do any of you guys want to go into that little cabin in the back and fuck her on the boat?" asked Ken.

"Shit, I'm still tired from last night," said Al. "I got more pussy last night than I have since I got married."

"And the best thing about it," said Derrick, "Is that the bitch doesn't complain. With my wife, every time she gives me some, I have to practically kiss her ass for the next few days."

"What about the fucking Holidays," laughed Ken. "You know when you go out and spend a couple of grand on a God damned diamond bracelet and they just give you the same worn out pussy they always give you and act like you're supposed to be glad to get it..."

It was a long trip home. On the trip home, I also found out some things about the island from listening to them. It turned out that the island, la Isla Tentacion, was Spanish for Temptation Island. The island catered to affairs and trysts. A lot of rich people and corporate execs who wanted to cheat on their wives or husbands went there. That was pretty much what the island was set up for. That's why there were very few activities available on the island. There was no swimming or snorkeling or water-ski lessons. Most of the activity took place in the rooms. It was like a huge BYOW brothel. BYOW stood for Bring Your Own Whore.

When I met Jeff and my kids at the airport, I wanted to hug them until they popped. I thought about making the vow that my husband was going to be the luckiest man on earth. Jeff would never be like those poor bastards I'd spent the weekend with. As I considered it, I realized that Jeff already wasn't. Jeff had never had to beg me for sex. Jeff also already got any kind of sex he wanted from me. I gave him blow jobs often and I actually loved sucking his dick. I sometimes did it for hours at a time just because I love him so much.

Jeff and I had also gone through a phase when I gave him anal sex regularly. But after a while he simply didn't want it as much as he loved burying his dick in my pussy from different positions. Every once in a while, he still got my ass, and I loved it. But Jeff did it with love and consideration for me. He didn't just ram his dick up in me without thinking about whether or not it would hurt me.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe it wasn't that their wives didn't enjoy sex. Maybe it was just that their wives didn't enjoy sex with THEM. I know that I hadn't. And between sleeping, the flight and the boat ride home, I'd had almost 18 hours to recover from the gangbang the night before. What I wanted was a nice hot bath in my own tub, followed by a session with my own personal husband/massage therapist and then to have him slowly and lovingly make love to me with kissing me and making me feel loved.

As soon as I got the manager's position and had it confirmed, I could start my revenge on those bastards for what they'd done to me. This manager's position was going to be my springboard to upper management and once I was a step above them, I'd fire them all and replace them with some of those same younger people they were so God damned afraid of.

By mid-week I should pretty much have the job. I might have to perform a service or two for them during that time to make sure that none of them backed out of the deal. But from the second I had that job locked in; none of those bastards or any other man except for my husband would ever touch me again.

* * * * * *

Jeff Bennett

I'd just gotten to work and settled in at my desk when the phone rang.

"Hello," I said absent mindedly into it. At that moment, I was so busy looking for a depreciation calculation chart on my computer, that the phone call didn't really matter.

"Mr. Bennett, my name is Claire Higgans and I need a few moments of your time to discuss a personal matter."

The voice on the phone wasn't familiar and her no nonsense tone forced me to stop looking for the file and sit up straight in my seat. I mentally went over everything I'd ever done to see if I could figure out what the call was about before answering.

"Ms. Higgans, I'm not sure I remember you. So you'll have to refresh my memory on whatever personal matter we have to discuss," I said.

"Ooh, very straight and to the point," she said. "That's exactly the way engineers work. Get right to the problem. No small talk, no flirting, no bullshit, just dive right in. I like that. Mr. Bennett we haven't actually met," she said, which only confused me more.

"Do you know Patti Daniels?" she asked.

"Nope," I said, although I have to admit that the name was somewhat familiar.

"She's married to Ken Daniels. He works with your wife," she said.

"Okay, I remember her now," I said. "But Patti and I have never really spoken much. We did have dinner a couple of times along with our spouses but Patti and I didn't really talk much. To tell you the truth, I remember her as being really pretty, but if she was standing in front of me, I don't think I could pick her out of a lineup. So I..."

"You don't see what the two of you have in common, correct?" she asked.

"Exactly," I said.

"Mr. Bennett, you and Ms. Daniels have quite a bit in common, but I'd really rather not discuss the details over the phone," she said. "Could you meet us at my office for a lunch meeting?"

"I don't think that's possible," I said. "I already left work early on Friday to drive my wife to the airport. I need to buckle down today and take care of business."

"That's why I suggested a lunch time meeting," she said. "Trust me Mr. Bennett, you really want to be at this meeting. "

"Give me your address, " I said reluctantly. "And I'll be there at noon. " She read off an address and I jotted it down on a pad on my desk.

"Mr. Bennett, you might want to tell your assistant or your coworkers that you possibly won't be back until tomorrow," she said. "I'm pretty sure that once you've seen what we have to talk about you won't be in the mood to work anymore today." Then with a cheerful goodbye, she hung up the phone.

11:45 found me whipping through slower traffic on the freeway. The muscular grunt of my Mustang's exhaust system let slower cars know that I was around. I hated driving on the freeway during the lunch rush. It always seemed like no one knew where they were going. And God damn it but older drivers are just the worst. There's always some two hundred year old man, who can barely see above the steering wheel, driving seventeen mph in the fast lane and wondering why everyone around him is blowing their horn.

I got to the address I'd been given with five minutes to spare. The building was a nicely designed office tower on a fairly busy street. I went in and asked the woman at the information desk about the office number I'd been supplied.

Following her directions I took an elevator to the fifth floor and found the office right away. The sign painted into the large glass office double doors simply read Client Services. I realized that a name like that could refer to a plethora of functions.

The receptionist who sat at the desk filing her nails smiled at me as soon as I stepped inside the double doors. She leaned forward so I got a glimpse of enormous breasts stuffed inside of a pale yellow silk blouse. She had very light blond hair and was tanned far too deeply for the tan to have occurred naturally. If she'd stayed in the sun for that length of time, she'd be burned to a crisp and her skin would have the consistency of leather and a lot of melanoma lesions.

But instead, her skin was darker than her hair and although it had the glow of youth, the color was that shade known as "Whorange." It's a skin color reserved for women who spend too much time at tanning salons and getting plastic surgery done in the hope of securing a rich husband.

She smiled at me even more as I approached the desk and showed me her too white teeth. It was all I could do not to laugh in her face.

When I told her who I was, she stood up to escort me back to the office I was going to and I got yet another shock. She had to be at least six foot six in her five inch stiletto heels. She had huge breasts that were obviously fake, a tiny waist and absolutely no ass. Thin thighs and tiny legs completed the picture. The woman was the absolute least sexy thing I could imagine. She was built like a spike.

The funny thing about it was that if you took all of the supposed attributes that men like, she had them all, but she had them to an extreme and it actually made her less attractive. In her case, the whole was clearly less than the sum of the parts. Each individual part, the big boobs, the tiny waist, the small trim ass and sculptured legs would have been a strong point on a lot of women. But when you put them all together on her, you somehow came up with something awful.




Temptation Island



I stepped into the office to find two women waiting for me. One of them was extending a tissue to the other.

The crying woman was beautiful. I immediately recognized her.

"Hi Patti," I said. As she turned her head and looked at me, I noticed heavy thick chestnut brown hair and beautiful green eyes. It all came back to me. She'd come over a few times with her husband and the two of us pretty much just sat there while our spouses and a couple of other people who all worked together talked about things that neither of us knew about.

Patti wasn't a tiny woman by any stretch of the imagination. She was probably what the kids called thick nowadays. She had big boobs and a big butt too. But she still had a very feminine hourglass shape that most men would love. She wasn't going to be strutting down the runway in Paris any time soon, but if she chose to strut down the average street, she'd leave a lot of chaos, car accidents and wrenched necks in her wake.

The other woman, a blond, was all business. I instantly recognized her voice from the phone.

"Right on time, Mr. Bennett," she said. I nodded at her.

"Let me get to the point," she said. "I called you in as a courtesy. You can walk out of my office any time you'd like, including right now. I didn't bring you in here to ask you for money or to ruin your life. This has absolutely nothing to do with me one way or another. As a matter of fact, since Patti here has already paid for my services you can actually benefit by using the material I'm about to show you at no charge. I will, of course, refer you to another service and possibly even one of our staffers depending on how you choose to proceed going forward, but you are under no obligation to use us."

I nodded my head although I was still confused about why the hell I was there.

"How well do you know Patti's husband Ken?" she asked.

"Not very well," I said. "My wife works with him. He seems like a nice guy. They have two kids, just like Lisa and I do. I guess that's about it."

"So would you say that you and he are basically the same type of men?" she asked.

"Probably," I said. "We're about the same age and at the same stage or close to it in our careers and family development."

"No, you're not," she said. "You're a family man. You love your kids and you take care of them. You love your wife and you take care of her. You also don't cheat on her. Nor do you flirt openly with other women. When we first brought Ken in here, he tried his damnedest to get Rachel, our receptionist into bed. We have her at that desk out there as a test. You never even looked at her twice, even when she gave you the boob shot." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Anyway, Ken has been caught cheating on Patti more than once. The last time she told him that if he was ever caught again, their marriage was over.

She aimed a remote at a small television and it blinked on. A video on the television screen showed an empty office. A counter in the upper left hand corner of the screen showed a time stamp. She fast forwarded through the video until there was some activity. A man that I recognized as Ken came into the office and sat down at the desk. For a long time he did paper work, she fast forwarded through that as well.

A person, a woman came into the office and spoke to him. After they spoke for a few moments, she locked the door and he came around to the front of the desk. He leaned back on the desk while she gave him a blow job.

Patti started crying again. I got pissed as I watched. Not because it was particularly sexy, it wasn't. The woman just went down on her knees, unzipped his pants and took him in her mouth. When she thought that he was about to cum, she finished him off by hand and let him shoot off into a tissue that she took from the desk. Then she got up and unlocked the door and left the room. Even if the camera hadn't caught her face as she left the room, I'd have recognized both her body and the dress that she wore. The woman was my wife, Lisa.

I was shocked. A thousand questions, thoughts and emotions fought for dominance in my head. The biggest and loudest one of course was, "Why?"

My eyes narrowed and I started to ask a question but noticed that Claire had her hand up as she fast forwarded to the next thing she wanted us to see.

A very similar scene occurred in a hotel room.

"This one was taken this past weekend on their business trip," said Claire. Back on the screen Ken and Lisa went to another hotel room. Lisa gave another man, this one a short fat little guy that same treatment.

"God, how much of this stuff is there?" I asked.

"Enough," said Claire. The next one she showed was even worse. It showed Lisa not only sucking but fucking a black guy that I'd never seen before. Then there was footage of her fucking a guy that had to be older than her father. The last part was some kind of gangbang with Ken and all of the other three guys fucking her at the same time. I was in shock. I noticed Claire leaning over to get Patti another tissue. Then I noticed that she was actually handing them to me.

My cheeks felt hot and my eyes burned. I realized then that Patti wasn't the only person in the room who was crying.

I took the tissues and wiped my face and then took a couple of deep breaths. Surprisingly I couldn't think of one thing to say.

I noticed then that one of my hands was gripping the edge of the table so hard I thought that I might break the thick wood. The other hand was gripping Patti's.

"It doesn't get any easier," said Patti quietly. "It doesn't matter whether it's the first time or the fifth. It rips your heart out every time. But this time is going to be my last. I've forgiven him the other times, but I can't anymore. I kept thinking that maybe it was the pressure of the job. Or maybe it was because my kids need a father. Last time I even thought that maybe I'd driven him to it because, I wasn't having sex with him very often. That was because he'd cheated on me to the point where I just didn't trust him. This time I guess I thought that maybe it's because I'm not a slim skinny girl so I'm not very sexy. But when I saw the first part of this video I realized that your wife isn't either. I'm done making excuses for him and blaming myself. I'm just done with him."

"I had Claire call you because...well you seem like a really nice guy. Ken makes jokes about you all the time on some of the tapes I have at home. He talks about you taking care of your kids so he can fuck your wife. I guess I just wanted to let you know what was going on because if I was in your shoes, and I am, I'd want to know."

"I need..." I started to say.

"Mr. Bennett, Jeff," said Claire. "Don't make a rash decision. Stop, take a deep breath and think about what you want to do. Call me back tomorrow and I'll help you decide on your course of action. None of us know her motivation. I can tell you that this has been going on for at least a month before this weekend. We don't know why it happened or even how it started. You, like Mrs. Daniels, have children to think of. Has she ever, to your knowledge, cheated on you before? There are a lot of factors to consider. I would caution against making a rash decision..."

"I just found out that the woman I've been married to for almost twenty years is a fucking whore...the company whore apparently and you think I'm making a rash decision?" I yelled.

"I want that bitch out of my life," I screamed. "I don't want her anywhere near my kids."

"Then you need to proceed with extreme caution," said Claire. "Because the courts can be extremely stupid where custody is concerned. Even if your wife was on drugs, in most cases they'd give the children's primary care to the mother. You need to pretend that everything is normal while we get our ducks in a row. Do you have an attorney already or would you like to retain one of ours?"

"Could we share a lawyer and save some money, since it's the same case?" asked Patti.

"Yes, you could," said Claire.

"Jeff, Patti is looking for a divorce with full custody, alimony, child support, the family home, a percentage of Ken's pension and fifty percent of the remaining assets. She is also pursuing a case against both your wife and the company that employs both of them."

"I just want that bitch out of my life," I said. "But I'll go for a share of the suit against the company and I'll sue Ken for ruining my life. I also want custody of my kids and our house so my kids can keep some aspects of their life normal. I'm not paying that bitch a nickel in alimony and none of my pension." I was speaking with far more venom in my voice than I meant to, but I meant every word.

"Jeff, you have to calm down," said Claire. "If you go home like this she'll know that you know what's going on. I'll set up an appointment with your lawyer for tomorrow. For today you need to proceed as though nothing is different. If everything goes well we could have papers ready to file by Thursday or Friday."

"I have to get to a doctor and have an STD screening done," I said. "Hopefully I can calm down enough to pretend to be normal by the time I'm usually home."

I stood up and got ready to leave. I felt a soft warm hand grasp mine. "If you need someone to talk to you can always call ME," said Patti.

"Thanks," I said as I left.

As soon as I got home, I gave the kids their usual after school snack and looked through the freezer to see what I should start for their dinner. That part was easy because I was on auto-pilot. A person looking at me might have thought that everything was fine but on the inside I was a seething cauldron of mixed emotions.

I got some hotdogs out of the freezer for the kids and a couple of steaks for Lisa and me. Just thinking her name pissed me off even more. I ran around the yard with the kids. Their laughter and the noise we made soon had a couple of their friends knocking on the gate. I let the two kids from next door in and sat down on the deck swing to watch them play.

I wondered why Lisa would ever do what I'd seen her doing. I knew there were two sides to every story, but I just couldn't see any way of viewing this situation that would let us stay together. I'm a modern guy, not a dinosaur. I know all about swinging and open marriages. I also know that in very many cases there are extenuating circumstances.

I do believe in marriage vows but at the same time, I understand that people in a relationship sometimes have needs that aren't being filled. And maybe if what I saw had been an isolated incident or a one-time thing, I'd have been hurt and Lisa would have had a lot of work to do to keep us together. But what she did over the weekend blew any chance of that away.

The blow job in Ken's office had been done so casually that she must've done that before and probably for a while, because she was just so practiced at it. He didn't even have to tell her what to do or ask her. She just came in and got right down to business and then left. Neither of them got excited about it or acted like it was anything special. That too, meant that it had happened before and probably relatively often.

The visit to that island resort this weekend made me wonder what had happened on the other times they'd traveled together for work. Because from what I saw, Lisa pretty much fucked every guy she came in contact with who even hinted that he wanted some pussy. It was simply too much for me.

I know that the honest and forthright way of handling this would be to confront Lisa as soon as she walked in the door and tell her what I had seen and ask her for a divorce. But she hadn't been honest with me so she didn't deserve any honesty in return. Besides, my goal in this wasn't to end up supporting her for the rest of her life. My goal was to get the fuck away from her, hopefully with me having custody of my kids. I had experts working with me on this, so not to take their advice would be foolish. 

I also wanted revenge against that bastard Ken. The asshole has been in my house. He's sat down at my table and eaten my food. We might not have been friends, but he owed me much better than to sneak around fucking my wife and peddling her ass to their coworkers. No matter how this played out, Ken would suffer for his part in all of it. I knew that Patti was divorcing him but I needed a measure of revenge of my own.

Even as I started to think about what I'd do to him, Lisa pulled into our driveway. Ordinarily, I'd have gotten up and gone to welcome her home, but it took an effort for me to even look in her direction.

She came over and hugged me and I halfheartedly hugged her back. She looked at me strangely. "Do you want to come in and watch me change?" she smiled, hinting that something else might be offered.

"I have to watch the kids," I said. "For some reason they seem to be playing a bit too aggressively today. We might have to cut down on the sugar. Why don't you go change and then come back out here and sit with me for a while?"

She smiled and headed for the house. I slapped myself on the head a couple of times. I realized that I needed to get my shit together if I was going to pull this off. I should have come up with an excuse before she got home. I'd had all of that time and all I'd done was waste it thinking and wondering why she had done what she'd done. I'd wallowed in self-pity wondering what I had done wrong or what I hadn't done right, when the truth was that she was the one who fucked up.

Then suddenly I felt bile rising up from my stomach as I considered the fact that she might want to have sex with me. That was off the table. I'd be better off sticking my dick directly into a bucket of bacteria. I hadn't known before, now I did. Shit, I wouldn't even have the results of my STD screening back for a couple of days, but I was no longer willing to risk it.

I counted my blessings that the night before, after I'd picked her up from the airport, she'd been in the mood to be massaged and pampered. I'd gone along with it because it had been a couple of days since we'd had sex and I'd wanted her. I'd actually been a little bit pissed, because after massaging her and stroking her, I'd noticed that she'd fallen asleep. It was actually, someone upstairs looking out for me, but at the time I'd really been angry. I'd even considered fucking her while she was asleep.

But now, less than twenty four hours later, here I was, trying to figure out ways to avoid having sex with her. Things sure do change when we look at them from a different angle.

By the time she'd come back, I had the meat on the grill. I had to go back for more hot dogs because when the kids from next door's parents came to get them, we all ended up sitting on the deck talking about things and I offered to feed them and their kids too.

I ended up talking about baseball and lawn mowers with my next door neighbor, though I have no interest in either. Ted has to be the most boring human being on the fucking planet. But in that instance, he was my best friend. He kept me from having to talk to my wife. But God knows that I paid for it and will probably have to pay for it again in the future.

I had to listen to him spout pure gibberish about his fucking Toyota Prius. The hardest part of it was keeping a straight face as he told me about how women loved the car. I could see them all lined up around the block for a ride in his Prius. It was all I could do to keep from asking him when they were going to make a grown man's version of the Prius. Or when they'd make a version that you didn't have to duck down when driving it to make sure that no one you knew saw you.

I even got into an argument with him about efficiency. "Jeff, I get forty five miles to the gallon and your Mustang GT gets twenty two. So I'm getting twice your gas mileage."

"But I get everywhere twice as fast," I said.

"No you don't," he said.

"My car does zero to sixty in five seconds flat," I said. "Your Prius does zero to...Can that thing make sixty? Anyway your Prius does zero to sixty in like an hour and a half."

"It's a lot faster than that," he whined. "It's zero to sixty in..." he pulled a card of statistics out of his pocket and scanned it. "Seventeen seconds," he said triumphantly.

"A city bus does it in fourteen," I laughed. "A garbage truck does it in fifteen." I pulled out my iPhone but I couldn't find the zero to sixty times for an Amish horse and buggy.

The thing that was awful about it was from all of the time I was spending talking to Ted, I knew that he was taking it seriously. I could just see the wheels and gears rotating in his brain as he started to believe that there would be future conversations. There wouldn't be. I felt like an asshole for using Ted but poking fun at his teardrop shaped skateboard beat the shit out of spending time talking to Lisa.

Later that night, after the kids were asleep, I pretended to be asleep when Lisa came to bed. The next morning, I pretended to still be really tired when she got up.

Patti called me and we spoke for about a half hour during my workday. I think it was good for both of us. She filled me in on Claire's plan for informing our spouses about the coming divorces. It also let me know that Claire had a mean streak in her. Of course, it meant that I'd have to keep up my pretense for a couple of more days. But I thought that I could make it work.

I told Patti how difficult it had been the first night and she laughed as I told her about my conversation with Ted and my efforts to avoid having sex with Lisa. She gave me some tips on going about it and I asked her how she'd developed them. I told her that if I'd been married to her they wouldn't have worked because I'd have been after her every day and she laughed again. We seemed to get along pretty well.

I used her tips and they really did help. Finally, on Thursday, I told Lisa that I had to go away for a business trip for the weekend. After a week without sex, she was really angry. I reminded her that the weekend before I'd had to take care of everything while she went out of town. I also reminded her that my parents were taking the kids to visit our uncle's farm so she wouldn't have to watch them, so she calmed down. As I packed my clothes Thursday evening, she watched me. I packed running gear and other sporting equipment like my golf gloves and sunglasses and swim trunks.

"It doesn't look like you're packing for a business trip," she said.

"Well, the resort we're going to is on an island," I said. "So there's probably a lot to do there."

"What island?" she asked.

I grabbed the brochure Claire had given me. "It's called la isla Tentacion," I said and her face got pale.

* * * * * *

Lisa

It was all starting to make sense. This weekend should have been the best weekend of my life. Monday, my company would be making the announcement that I would be the new manager when George retired. Over the past week, I'd had to fuck Ken once but had managed to avoid him for the rest of the week. He was miffed about that but he needed to get used to it. As far as he was concerned, the pussy train had gone off of the rails. I'd also had to give out a couple of blow jobs but nothing else.

What really had me pissed was the fact that Jeff seemed to be avoiding me. We hadn't had sex since I got back from my trip to the resort. For Jeff not to be constantly horny where I was concerned was very unusual to say the least. But for him to not even want to spend any time with me was simply unheard of. It had never happened during our entire marriage.

And now I had a good idea of why. As much as it tore me apart to think about it, my husband was probably having an affair. Just the thought of it filled me with anger and made me want to cry. But maybe I was jumping the gun. Maybe I was just transferring my guilt over what I'd done to him. Jeff simply isn't the cheating kind. As I thought about it, I realized that I didn't consider myself the cheating kind either, but that was exactly what I'd been doing.




Temptation Island



Besides that, I'd also been putting both my marriage and my family second or even third to my career ambitions and my job. At that moment, it hit me exactly how stupid I'd been.

I needed to do something about all of this. The problem was, what the hell could I do? I couldn't tell Jeff not to go to the island. If I did that, I'd have to come up with a reason for him not to go. I'd have to tell him exactly what the island was for and what went on there. Truthfully, Jeff didn't seem to understand what went on there. If he knew, he wouldn't be packing all of his stupid sports equipment. Someone else had probably planned it without telling some of or all of the others what happened on the island.

I didn't think that Jeff would cheat on me, but what if he knew what was going on? I had to admit that I'd neglected and cheated on my husband for months. Would I really be shocked if he found someone else? Jeff was a very attractive man still. I'm pretty sure some of those female engineers who are either divorced or single wouldn't mind having his shoes under their beds even if it was only temporary.

I was determined to give him the best sex we'd ever had that evening. I had to let him know that whatever some bitch thought she'd give him, I'd do even more and even better. It, of course, didn't happen like that. He came to bed, kissed me on my forehead, like I was a fucking pet and then rolled over and tried to go to sleep. When I brought up the fact that we hadn't had sex all week, he pretended that it hadn't crossed his mind.

"I'll make it up to you when I get back, Honey," he said. "But I need to save my strength for the trip."

I was so pissed at him that I just rolled over and went to sleep. Even my dreams were ruined, as I had dream after dream of Jeff cavorting around on that island with some slim, sexy, young, female engineer with big boobs who hadn't born two kids.

In my dream, I also saw him coming home and continuing to look at me with that look that he'd been giving me all week. That look that says, "Well, I like my 2003 Mustang, but those new 2013's are smoking hot, maybe it's time for an upgrade."

When I woke up that morning, I was so pissed that I slapped him on his head while he slept. I was still pissed when I went into work. As I slammed my desk drawer closed far harder than necessary, I saw Ken in his office. As we made eye contact, I knew what he expected. I figured that maybe I could limit it to a blow job. But this would be the last time he ever touched me. Monday, they'd make the announcement and I'd be safe. What would he do after that? Would he rescind his recommendation because I refused to have sex with him? I didn't think so.

I walked into his office and instead of getting that weird little smile on his face he continued to glare at me. "What do you want, Lisa?" he asked.

"I just thought that..." I began.

"Sorry," he said. "Not now; probably not today. I'm just not in the mood."

I closed the door. I was hearing that not in the mood shit too often.

"Ken, what's wrong?" I asked. "I'm just asking as a friend."

"Lisa, I sense a disturbance in the fucking force," he said. "Something weird is going on. Patti told me yesterday that I have to take the kids to her parents' house for the weekend unless I want to watch them myself. She's going away on a business trip." Even as he said it, I felt weird too.

"Maybe she's just trying to get you to pay more attention to her and even things up," I said. "Maybe she just wants you to understand that when you go away on our trips she has to keep everything running. Besides you had your weekend away last weekend, maybe her job needs her to go too."

"Lisa," he said, looking at me as if I was stupid. "Patti doesn't fucking work. She doesn't have a God damned job. How can she need to go away on a business trip when taking care of me and our kids IS her business?"

He was practically yelling by then. "And you know what the worst part of it is?" he asked. I shook my head but my spider sense was already tingling.

"Guess where she's going?" he asked.

"La isla Tentacion...?" I asked.

"You're God damned skippy," he said. His voice broke with emotion. "I don't want my wife going off to Temptation island. There's nothing to do there except eat, sleep and fuck. And I don't think she's going there for the food. I have just fucked this all up. I know that this is only the beginning. Shit, I hate tuna fish."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Lisa, my marriage is not like yours. On the surface, we're happy. But that's mostly for the kids. I've cheated on Lisa a few times. The last time, she told me that if it ever happened again, she'd divorce me and take every fucking penny I had. She told me I'd end up living in a refrigerator box under a freeway overpass, eating tuna straight out of the can. I hate tuna," he started blubbering.

I was shocked. I remembered the way that Jeff had spent a lot of his time staring at Patti when we'd had Patti and Ken over for dinner. Patti was younger than I am and she was probably prettier. Even after her two kids she had a better body. Ken had said that she didn't like sex. I realized now that it was probably because Ken had cheated on her and also because he sucked in bed.

"Oh Fuck!" I said. "I wonder if it's a coincidence?"

"What?" he asked.

"Jeff is going away this weekend too," I said. "And guess where he's going?"

We both looked at each other as if we'd been struck by lightning. "She left at 7 this morning," he said.

"Jeff doesn't leave until 9," I said. "If I hurry, I can meet him at the airport and stop him."

"Go," he said.

I grabbed my purse and ran out of the office. I quickly pushed the button for the elevator and waited for almost five fucking minutes before one of the interns pointed out the sign that said out of service. I quickly dashed into the stairwell and down the stairs. By the time I got down the first three flights, I had to stop for a breather. But as soon as my heart stopped slamming against my ribs, I walked down the other four flights.

Then I dashed over to my waiting Volvo station wagon. For the first time in the ten years that I'd had the car, it refused to start. The car was safe in the parking structure so I flagged down a cab and headed for the airport.

My trip through the airport reminded me of all of those Hertz commercials that OJ Simpson did when I was a kid. Of course, that was before he murdered his wife and lost all of his endorsements and got out of shape. As I ran through the airport dodging one person after another, I zigged and zagged with the best of them. "Take that, OJ," I thought.

Just before I got to the departure area, I spotted an older man who was leaning down to tie his shoe. There was no time to stop, they were closing the door, so I leaped OJ-like over him.

"OJ," I thought quietly to myself.

"No Jay," screamed reality loudly. Just as I cleared the old man he straightened up. My trailing foot hooked his shoulder and I flailed awkwardly in mid-air.

"Oh Shiiiiiiiiiiit!" I screamed as the ground came up. I landed on my chin so hard that it knocked me out.

I came to, in the airport's small cramped medical room. I had cracked a couple of teeth from the force of my jaw slamming shut. I also had a huge bruise on my chin and a small cut that had required three stitches to close it.

I got up and wondered why my skirt was around my waist. As I stood up a security guard came into the room and looked at me sheepishly.

"She's awake," he yelled. "Sorry about that. We had to search you."

Another man, this one wearing a suit, looked at me strangely. "The man you accosted is suing you," he said.

"I didn't accost anyone," I said. "The old idiot stopped right in front of me. It was either, try to leap over him, or plow into him." He smiled and shook his head. The next thing I knew, they had taken me to another room where I was lying down on a couch while an older woman with glasses examined me and asked me questions.

"So let's think about this," she said.

"You decided in the middle of a busy airport to try to leap over a full grown man..." she paused and adjusted her glasses. "What exactly was your reasoning?"

"I was thinking about those old Hertz commercials with OJ," I said.

"So, you an over forty, out of shape, white woman, imagined that you were a young, agile, athletic black man with homicidal tendencies?" she asked.

"No, I was just in a hurry," I said. "I was trying to catch my husband so I visualized myself as OJ and..."

"So you wanted to kill your husband?" she asked. "Is this because they're allowing knives on planes again?"

"No, I just needed to stop him from going off with the boss's wife," I said.

"You wanted to kill your husband and his lover," she asked. She seemed to be writing it all down.

"I don't want to kill anyone," I said. "And she isn't his lover. We've just been working a lot and the two of them are probably feeling neglected."

"You're psychic, now?" she asked.

"No, I'm not fucking psychic," I shouted. "I just didn't want him to get on that fucking plane and make the biggest mistake of his God damned life."

"Subject is easily agitated," she said writing it down. "Subject uses foul language and..."

I got up and left her writing. As I got outside of the office, they took down my name and information. They gave me a few sheets of paper and as I looked at them I noticed that one of them was a summons to appear in court. The old goofball that I tried to leap over really was suing me. He wanted a million dollars. The strange part was that he hadn't even been scratched. Another piece of paper was a bill for the psychiatric exam.

I went to the information desk and found out that there was another plane leaving in fifteen minutes. I couldn't believe that I had to pay twice the amount that the company had paid to fly us down there only a week previous. The woman at the desk told me that booking a last minute fare was always more expensive.

I slept on the plane and my chin started to hurt as the pain killers wore off. I figured that Jeff's plane had left at least an hour before mine did. I'd probably also have to wait for the boat to ferry me to the island. The boats ran every two hours. If I was lucky, I could meet Jeff at the dock. If I was unlucky, he'd have a two hour head start. I doubted that Jeff and Patti would simply get off of the boat and start fucking, so I still had a good chance of stopping things before they started, even if I missed the boat.

I missed the boat. I also had to pay an incredible amount just to get onto the ferry because I wasn't on their list. The ferry was free for registered guests but since I didn't have a reservation, they felt free to screw me over the fare.

Once we got to the island, I looked around. I hoped that maybe I'd spot Jeff, but it didn't happen. Just when I got ready to curse my nearly biblical run of bad luck, I heard a familiar laugh. It actually made me feel bad because it had been a while since I'd heard him laughing.

I looked around and spotted him. I was shocked. Jeff wasn't sitting at a table with Patti at all; it was far worse. My husband was sitting at a table with a tall blonde woman with an incredible body. She kept looking into his eyes and nodding her head. She also kept reaching out to pat his hand. After a few moments, they got up from the table and walked out. They were walking away from the hotel's main building and back towards the bungalows. It was bad enough to find him here, but seeing where he was going was awful. At least in the main building, people had to be somewhat discrete. The bungalows were there for doing things in a place where everyone was so busy doing their own thing that they didn't care what anyone else did.

I hid behind shrubbery and trees as I followed them. The bitch was leading my husband back towards some den of iniquity. The further we walked, the angrier I got, until finally they went into one of the more secluded bungalows. They'd been in there for less than five minutes when something even less expected happened.

Another woman, this one so young that she looked like a college student, knocked on the door and went inside. She, like the first woman, had blonde hair. I never knew that my husband had a thing for blonds. There was something else that bothered me. When they' opened the door to let the second woman in, I'd noticed that Jeff's luggage was in the room. Since the woman he'd gone into the room with was the one with the key card, it only meant that they were sharing the room. The younger blond made me think that my husband was about to become the meat in some kind of blond sandwich.

There was no way I'd stand for it. I got up and ran quickly towards the door. I heard giggling and laughing from inside of the room and it got worse as I got closer.

I knocked on the door as hard as I could and tried the knob. It turned easily. I threw the door open as hard as I could and noticed the four of them sitting at a table. There were no beds in the room. It was some kind of private conference suite. Jeff and the woman he'd had lunch with were on one side of the table. The younger blond woman who was chewing gum was in the front and off to the right side there was a middle aged brunette.

Jeff looked up at me. He seemed really sad. My heart hurt just looking at him and I realized that I'd made a mistake. All three of them were fully dressed. There were papers on the table in front of them.

"Go on," said the first woman to Jeff. "You can do this."

"Hi Lisa," said Jeff. His voice was all choked up and I thought I saw tears running down his cheeks.

"Jeff, Honey, uhm... what's going on here?" I asked. "I was worried. It looks like you're doing some kind of record keeping or going over some kind of plan, but do you know what usually goes on at this resort?"

"We were just getting the papers ready for YOU, Lisa," he said. Each word sounded as if it had been torn from the depths of his soul.

"What papers?" I asked. None of this was making sense.

"I guess that's my cue," said the younger blond. She flipped her curly blond tresses back and picked up a stack of papers from the table.

"Lisa Bennett?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. She turned to Jeff.

"Is that her?" she asked. He nodded. She handed me the papers.

"You've been served," she said. "Damn that was easy. I can't believe you guys paid me all of this money and brought me out here to this beautiful island for less than five minutes work." She cracked the gum she was chewing a couple of times and then left the bungalow.

I stood there in shock holding the stack of papers and then looked through them. At first I thought it was some kind of joke but when I looked at the table, I could see that neither Jeff nor the blond woman at the table, were laughing.

"Jeff, I don't want a divorce," I said. "You have to let me explain. What grounds do we need a divorce for? I admit that I've neglected you and the kids but it was..."

The brunette's head snapped up then as if she was a robot and someone had just hit her power switch.

"So you admit to neglecting your husband and children?" she asked. "So who took care of the children?"

"Well, they weren't actually neglected," I said. "Jeff is their father. He took care of them. It's just that I wasn't much help, but all of that is over and done with. In a few more weeks, maybe a couple of months, tops, I'll have adjusted to..." I stopped. Suddenly I realized that everyone in the room was staring at me.

"You see, I've been concentrating a lot on my career, so Jeff had to step up," I said.

"Define step up," said the woman.

"Well, that's why kids need two parents," I said. "Shit, according to Hillary, it takes a village to..." I'd been trying to make them laugh, but none of them seemed to have a sense of humor. 

"While I'm going through this busy time, Jeff just had to do a little bit more, but he can handle it," I said, still smiling. "He's super dad."

"Define Jeff doing a little more," she asked.

"Well, he wakes them up and makes their breakfast," I said. "He takes them to school and makes or buys their lunches. He picks them up from school and gives them a snack and helps them with their homework and plays with them. He uhm...does the cooking and most of the cleaning. He takes them to their lessons and school events and..."

"So what exactly are you doing?" she asked.

"Uhm...I'm being their uhm...mom," I said. She just looked at me and shook her head.

"Even if I hadn't seen the video, after hearing that, I'd have had to give Mr. Bennett temporary custody based on what you just said," she told me. "You need to get yourself together and make a choice lady. I'll see you in court. Mr. Bennett, please expect several home visits during the process. We'll need to investigate the children's living environment. I'll be in touch." Then she picked up her briefcase and walked out of the room too.

"Jeff," I whined. "I'm sorry. I admitted it. I neglected you and kids. But that's not grounds for a divorce. That's grounds for us to sit down and talk about our problems."

"I'm not divorcing you for that," he said. "I'm divorcing you for cheating on me with your boss and those other men." He pushed a button on a remote and a video started playing. I was disgusted just watching myself.

"Please Jeff. Let me explain," I said.

The blond woman stood up and held her hand up. "Mrs. Bennett, it would be better for all concerned, if you were to retain legal counsel before making any statements. The papers you've been presented with explain our position fully. I think my client is being generous all things considered. I should tell you though, that his offer for the irreconcilable differences divorce is only good for five days. After that, he'll file on the grounds of adultery, which is still legal in this state. I should also tell you that, as you've seen, he has ample evidence to back that up and that if that evidence gets into the court records, you'll have a very difficult time in the career that you threw your family away for."

"I didn't throw my family away," I said quietly. "Everything I did was..."

"Lisa, I make enough money that you never really had to work," said Jeff slowly. "Even if you stayed a secretary for the rest of your life, every penny you brought home was gravy. So pretty much everything you did was for yourself." As he continued, his words got louder and stronger.

"How the hell did I benefit from you fucking Ken?" he asked. "And the kids...did their mother never having time to play with them because she was fucking four men other than their father, really do a lot for them?"

"But you don't understand," I said. "I...I..."

"Get a lawyer," he said. Then he and the blond woman packed up the rest of the papers and started to leave.

"Jeff, we have to talk about this," I whined.

"We will," he said. "Get a lawyer."

Jeff and the blond woman left the bungalow and headed back towards the docks. I ran after them. "Jeff, we're already here," I said. "Why don't we stay and talk. We'll work everything out. This will be like a second honeymoon..."

"We went to Hawaii for our second honeymoon, four years ago," he said. "Besides, I have to get home. I need to see my kids and start trying to put my life back together."

"We'll let the kids stay with your parents for the weekend, like we planned," I said. "That way we can work this all out."

"We can't work anything out until you get a lawyer," he said. "You have other things to worry about. You need to find a place to stay. You need to arrange to come by and pick up your things and you probably need to go by your job and..." The blond woman cut him off then.

It was almost as if he'd said something she didn't want him to say. "Is that it?" I asked. "Is that my big chance. If I quit my job, you'll take me back?" The porters were loading Jeff's suitcases on the boat. They pushed me off of the boat because I hadn't paid a fare and then the boat pulled away from the dock.




Temptation Island



I pulled out my phone and called work. I called Ken.

The phone rang about five times before he answered it. He sounded as if he was out of breath.

"Ken..." I began before he cut me off.

"You fucking bitch," he screamed at me. "This is your fault. If you hadn't come into my office begging to suck my dick, none of this would have happened. I'm going to lose my wife, my kids and my home because of you. I hate you..."

The line went dead then. While I was on the phone the boat left and I had to wait for the next one. With no reservation, again I had to pay a crazy amount for the boat. I was able to get to the airport again within hours of when Jeff's flight left. It just seemed like I was always trying to play catch up. I got home just in time to see a truck drive away from my house. The truck belonged to some sort of locksmith service. I tried the doors and found out that I couldn't get into my own home.

I called my parents and went to stay with them for a while. I told them that Jeff and I were having problems. I didn't tell them the nature of the problems though. I tried calling Jeff over and over, but he wouldn't pick up the phone.

My mom was sure that we'd work it out. "You and Jeff love each other," she said. "It's good for you to spend some time at home."

My dad eyed me suspiciously. "Where are my grandkids?" he asked.

"Uhm, they're with Jeff's parents for the night or so," I said. "They'll be home in plenty of time to go to school on Monday and..."

"What did you do?" asked my dad pointedly.

"Henry," said my mother. "We don't know what happened. It's probably just a difference of opinion."

"She got thrown out of the house, not him," said my dad. "The kids are with him, Martha, do the math. She fucked up somehow. If he was the one who fucked up, he'd be calling here trying to kiss HER ass. Instead, ever since she got here she's been calling him over and over again. Think about it Martha, if he fucked up, he'd be calling HER trying to apologize."

My mom took me into the kitchen. "You can stay here for as long as you need, Honey," she said.

But even my mom was looking at me after that. I spent Saturday morning trying to call Jeff. I think I called him a hundred times, but he still refused to pick up the phone. I had the bright idea of trying to use my parents' phone but my dad unplugged it and hid it.

"Uh unh!" he said.

"Henry, she's our daughter," said my mom.

"I love her," said my dad. "But I love my grandkids too. I am fucking Switzerland in this. I do not want Jeff blocking our number because he thinks we took her side. He's pretty reasonable. You know that yourself Martha. I'll bet it you called him right now and asked him if we could come and visit the kids as soon as they're home, he'd say yes. So I don't want him associating our number with Lisa. Besides, she's got that six hundred dollar me-phone. Why can't she use that?"

"It's an iPhone, daddy," I said. "And my battery is dead."

"Well, just plug it in," he said. "You can have all of the electricity you need. Just leave my phone alone."

I stubbornly refused to try to find a lawyer. I was sure that once Jeff calmed down, we could talk and work everything out. My mom and I spent Sunday looking through the photo albums and remembering and discussing some of our fondest memories. The worst part about it was that at nearly forty, I had spent more than half of my life with Jeff. We met when I was 19. So the last twenty years of my life, were full mostly of memories that involved him. I'd started out trying to bond with my mother and finished the day crying because I missed my husband.

It only got worse when dinner time came. My dad had been gone all day and he showed up just in time to eat as usual. "He snuck off to go fishing," smiled my mom. "And he didn't catch a damned thing."

"I did go fishing, kind of," he said. He pulled some papers out of his jacket and handed them to my mom. They were drawings that were made with crayons. Grandpa and Grandma were written across the top. Grandma was spelled wrong.

"I went to visit my grandkids," he said. "And I'm not a God damned headshrinker, but any idiot can see something in these fucking pictures. Look at the first one," he said.

It was a drawing of a large man and two smaller figures a girl and a boy. Next to them in a different color was another figure that I supposed was me.

"Notice anything about that picture?" he asked. "Nobody told him what to draw. He drew himself and his sister and Jeff. I had to ask him, well what about your mommy. He still had the first crayon in his hand but he picked up a different color to draw you, Lisa. And you're standing apart from the three of them. The three of them are all smiling, but you have a frown on your face. Jeff wouldn't let me ask them any questions. I don't think he's ready to talk with them about whatever the fuck is going on but the kids know it." I looked at my feet.

"And Lisa, he looks like hell. He looks like someone just took a fucking shovel and dug his heart out of his chest. So whatever is going on between you too is hurting him badly. But he wouldn't talk about it. If he thought that he'd done something wrong, shit, I'm your dad. He'd have been trying to get me to talk to you about it. Or he'd try to get me to convince you to give him another chance. I even tried to catch him off guard a couple of times. I just asked him what he did, out of the blue. He just said he loved you too much."

"I tried again hours later, but I switched tactics. I asked him what you did. I figured that maybe, just maybe, the guy needed someone to talk to, maybe to vent a bit. He just said I'd need to ask you."

"Henry," said my mother angrily. "Lisa is our daughter and we..."

"Martha, Jeff is our son. Has he ever done anything to hurt Lisa that you know of? Lisa, tell your mom what Jeff did. If he hurt you, just say the word and I'll go back over there and kick his ass. With the mood he's in he probably wouldn't even fight back. Martha we need to support both of them because that's what families do. We don't take sides. But right now he needs someone and badly. Do you know that he didn't even say anything to HIS parents? I called Ed to see if he knew anything and they don't know jack. They didn't even know the lovebirds were upset at each other. Ed really thought that they took the kids on Friday and Saturday so these two could have one of their weekend fuck fests."

I looked at my dad in shock. "Oh Lisa, we're old but we're not stupid. We used to do it too. Shit, we still do. How the hell do you think that we got you?"

"I'm telling you Lisa, you need to fix this. Whatever the fuck you did or didn't do, just say you're sorry and go home. And you need to quit that God damned job of yours. For the past year or so, half the time when I go for a visit you're not even home and..." He looked at me.

"That's what this is about isn't it?" he asked. "He's tired of trying to be those kids' mother and father all rolled into one. He wants you to quit and you said, "No," didn't you?"

I just relied on my best strategy then. I just started crying and my mom glared at my dad and walked me up to my room. My dad just rolled his eyes and sat down in front of the TV.

I spent another night in bed with the most awful dreams possible going through my mind. I couldn't believe it. The next day would be my triumphant moment; the day that all of this had been about and Jeff wouldn't be there to share it with me. Somehow, the moment just seemed hollow.

I got to work the next day and tried to swipe my time card to log in. The clock wouldn't accept it. I tried it eight times until I realized that since I was a manager now, I no longer had to swipe in and out. I smiled. I went and sat down at my desk for one last time. I noticed that Ken's office was still dark. I decided to log in on my computer and do some work. That way it would seem better when they made the announcement. My log in credentials weren't accepted either. Then I remembered that I'd be working with George until I took over for him, so I headed over to his office. The light was already on but there was no one inside.

As I walked out, a younger guy that I'd seen around the office but never met, walked in and dropped a ton of paperwork on the desk.

"Shit, George has a lot to do," I said.

"Like what?" he asked. He had a bemused expression on his face.

"Well, all of that paperwork," I said. He laughed.

"George doesn't have to do shit," he said. "He's gone."

"The old bastard retired early?" I gasped. "Who's going to...?"

"Retired," he laughed. "George didn't retire. He was fired. The old bastard left me in the lurch. I have to figure all of this shit out on my own and..."

The edges of my vision started to close in around me. This asshole was talking like he'd gotten MY job. There was just no way that they'd given him my job. I didn't even know him.

I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder. I turned and saw Eunice Parker our HR manager. "Lisa, I need you to come with me," she said. "We'll straighten this whole thing out."

As we left the office, I felt better. "Forgive me Lisa," she said. "This is all my fault. I'd intended to get to work early this morning so I could take care of everything before you got here. But my husband, Alex, fucked the shit out of me last night. I'm going to have to hide that Cialis just so I can get a break. He's been acting like we're in our twenties again." Her face was flushed as she spoke. Eunice was in her mid fifties.

As we got to her office in HR, she was humming some little tune as she grabbed papers and a file from various cabinets. I was having trouble imagining Eunice lying flat on her back while her ancient husband got between her legs. They were so old that I'd bet his sperm was gray.

"Okay Hon," she said cheerfully. "Here's your entire file and work history. You go through the doors and up to the boardroom. They're already waiting for you."

I knocked and then walked into the board room. I looked around at seven sour looking faces. Even the one woman on the board was sour looking. That was why they needed me. They needed someone with some drive. They needed someone to inject some youth and vigor into the board. Between the seven of them, they had to be about six hundred years old.

I smiled at them, ready to be anointed. I was ready for power. "Bitch," said the one in the center chair. "Do you even have a clue of what you did?"

I was flabbergasted. "Is this the way you treat all of the new managers?" I asked. "Is this some kind of hazing ritual?" They looked at each other crazily and then back at me.

"Speaking of managing," said the woman. Her voice was as venomous as the man's had been. "Do you think you can MANAGE to get your head out of your ass long enough for us to get through this?"

She was a mean one, I thought.

"Okay, the reason that you were fired," she began and I lost consciousness.

Several moments later someone splashed water roughly in my face to awaken me. At first, I really thought they'd pissed on me but then I saw one of the men holding the vase that had been full of flowers on the long table a few moments before. Obviously, the water they'd put in the vase had some kind of foul smelling nutrients for the flowers in it.

"I was fired?" I screamed.

"Hell yes," said one of the men. "We may even sue you. Because of you, our reputation is in danger. We're going to have to settle with your husband and the settlement won't be a small one. This little sex ring of yours will not look good for us in the media. And since it involves all four of our middle managers, our customers would go crazy. We considered suing you to recoup some of our costs. But we decided that the best course of action was just to give you the broom. WE had to bring you up here to inform you that we are terminating you with extreme prejudice. You will receive no severance package and no recommendation. In fact, you'd be better off never telling anyone that you worked for us. Legally, we can't bad mouth you to anyone who asks, but under the table and off the record, we'd fill them in on what you did."

I heard one of them ask another if he'd pissed in the flower vase again.

I turned and walked out of the room with tears in my eyes. Two security guards dogged my steps and led me toward the elevators. "I need to get my stuff," I said.

"We've emptied your desk already," said one. "We have your box of personal items waiting for you."

As the elevator doors opened, I saw Patti step off of the elevator. "I'm really sor..." I began. That was all I got out of my mouth before Patti slapped me so hard I saw stars. Another woman, the blond from the island, spoke to me as she led Patti out.

"Forgive her," she said. "She's really emotional this morning. She's going in to discuss HER suit against the company too. Jeff and she are suing the company separately." I stepped onto the elevator and silently rode it down to the ground level.

Another guard joined us and he handed me a huge over loaded box full of office supplies and my personal items. On top of the pile was the framed picture of me, taken on my first day at work here. Someone had defaced the picture by drawing tiny shriveled breasts over mine and gave me a mustache. They also wrote, "Whore," in huge letters across the photo.

There were staplers and all kinds of other things that didn't belong to me in the box. I told the guard and he laughed.

"No one wants to touch those things anymore," he said. "So you may as well keep them."

As the elevator doors opened, the guards looked at me and coldly said, "See ya." As I stepped away from the elevator, someone slammed into me like a freight train and football tackled me to the ground. The box went flying as the man on me started pounding me. The guard pulled him off of me and I realized it was Al. Only a week previously he'd fucked me on the island. Now he was trying to beat the shit out of me.

"You and your pimp ruined my life," he said. "I lost my fucking job and my wife is divorcing me."

He was still trying to hit me as the guards held him back. They were laughing their asses off.

"You'd better get out of here lady," said one of the guards.

"I can't believe she got bowled over by a fucking Ewok," laughed another guard. I just left the box where it had fallen and headed for my car.

Just as I got to the car, I saw another familiar face standing next to it.

The tall thin blond was there. She was still chewing gum. She looked at me in confusion and then smiled. "This is a first," she said. "I've never served the same person twice in three days before. Here ya go."

"Wait, is Jeff changing our divorce?" I asked. "He said I had a week to make up my mind. I don't even have a lawyer yet."

"Nope, this is something else," she smiled. "I hope your luck gets better. Have a good day. I hate to do this but I have to say it. You've been served."

As she walked away with her tight little ass just twitching from side to side and men watching her, I looked at the papers. I couldn't believe it. Ken was suing ME for sexual harassment.

I got inside my car and called him. "I'm not supposed to talk to you," he said.

"Why the fuck are you suing me?" I asked.

"You were the one who started it," he whined. "I can't control myself. I'm like Tiger Woods, I'm a sex addict. I was trying to put it all behind me and be a faithful husband until you forced me to start all over again by sucking my dick. You're a menace." Then he hung up the phone.

I called Jeff's office and was told that he'd taken the week off to take care of some personal matters. I drove over to the house just in time to see him pull his Mustang into the driveway. I ran up behind him and tried to get inside. He closed the door. That was it. I snapped and started pounding on the door. Within a few minutes, the police showed up. Jeff ended up getting a restraining order against me.

My parents had to bail me out of jail. Over the next few weeks I tried to see Jeff, but was only able to speak to him through our lawyers. I fought the divorce with everything I had. I also watched the house every day. Jeff did allow me to see the kids whenever I wanted but it wasn't the same.

Jeff did meet with and have lunch with Patti several times but there was nothing going on between them. That became apparent when Patti's divorce was settled and her and Jeff's lawsuits against my company were also settled. Patti sold her and Ken's house and moved out of state.

The last I heard, Ken had also moved away. I heard that someone had beaten the shit out Ken just before he moved away. He'd dropped his suit against me before he left and I thought that maybe Jeff had something to do with it. From what I'd heard, whoever had beaten Ken up had kicked him in the nuts so hard that he'd needed surgery to repair them.

All of the former managers had been fired and were divorcing, except for George who was already a widower. George's heart condition had been exacerbated by all of the stress though and he was in the hospital.

A little more than a month into my fighting the divorce I got good news. I was pregnant. With Jeff being a super dad, I knew that he'd never be able to abandon one of his children.

My lawyer contacted Jeff and he agreed to support me during the pregnancy. It gave me a little bit more than seven months of the divorce being on hold to work things out.

Jeff brought the kids out to see me a couple of times a week. He spoke to mom and dad but never to me. Finally I cornered him.

"Jeff, I know you hate me, but we need to talk. I don't want our kids separated," I said.

"I don't either," he said. "So I'm going after custody of that one too." I was shocked. But not nearly as shocked as I was by his next statement. "If it's mine," he'd said.

I just started crying and ran away from him. As the weeks went on, the pregnancy became problematic. I was hospitalized. As the doctors examined the baby, they looked for genetic abnormalities. There weren't any, but unfortunately, Jeff was also not the father. Jeff was able to contact Patti and get a swab from her children. With no one able to find Ken, it was good to rule him out. Al was also ruled out and since the baby had no African American genes, that left only one man to test.

George died the day after he was confirmed as the baby's father. That was the last straw. Jeff was given his divorce. He was very fair about it. He got physical custody of the kids. He got the house until the kids moved out at which time we were to sell it and split the proceeds. We split everything else fifty/fifty. We also each kept our own pensions, which I thought was unfair because I had next to nothing in mine while his was fully vested and would continue to grow.

Jeff continued to come and visit me until the baby was born. He didn't go into the delivery room this time or do any of the things he'd done for our kids, but I couldn't fault him for that. I put the baby up for adoption. I wanted him to have a good home with people who would love him. I didn't want him to be raised by a woman who would look at him every day and only see the reflection of the biggest mistake she ever made.

I couldn't find a job. Six months after the birth, I was waitressing. I got a call then from a friend of Mom's. She wanted to offer me a job as a housekeeper for a client of hers. The only problem was the pay. It was only a couple of hundred dollars a week, but it was a live in position so I could bank most of that. I hated waitressing so I told her I'd interview for it. I figured that I could look for another job while I did that one. Who knows, sooner or later my luck had to change.

As she drove me to the house for the interview, my heart was pounding in my chest. I knew that neighborhood like the back of my hand. I even knew the house.