51 comments/ 98646 views/ 52 favorites After The Wife Walks In By: Myhands316 Author's Notes: Recently I've been reading a lot of stories in this section and a few others, which deals with a guy getting lucky with a younger woman. May it be the sitter, the fox down the street, the best-friend's daughter, even their own children's girlfriend. Of course this is always while the wife is cluelessly off doing something else. A few close calls to spice things up, like women are unable to smell the musk of sex, and presto... you have an erotic story. So, I wondered, without going into the whole revenge thing, what would happen 'after the wife walks in' on the fun and games. So, in this copywrited piece of adult fiction, I've taken a shot at what I think would happen in the recesses of my fertile imagination. As always, please remember all legal disclaimers apply etc. etc. etc... and don't forget to take a second to vote or a minute to comment or send feedback. Enjoy: ***** To say, I was as horny as a bitch in heat, would be fairly correct and yet a complete understatement. At forty two, my students called me the grade bitch. You didn't get the grade unless you earned it. I know I had to earn every grade I received attending school. So, it is not my fault these kids today have gotten used to getting a free ride. In my opinion, I was teaching them several valuable life lessons all at the same time. And, the added curriculum didn't cost them anything extra. It is a lesson I needed to re-educate my husband in as well. I understood when he was downsized from his work. I understood when the unemployment checks stopped coming. I stopped understanding when he was offered a job, but refused to work because the pay was beneath him. Hell, it was a lot more than he was making now, since he wasn't making a damn dime. Oh, he thought he still needed his club fees paid, so he could network to find a real job. He also needed his car payment made. Add on his insurance or anything else he deemed necessary and you have over half of my check every month. But, working for twelve fifty an hour was beneath him. It is a damn good thing that I inherited the house from my parents, or we'd be in a world of hurt. Fortunately I resisted his urging to get a mortgage against the property value. But, I won't go into all of that here. Right then I was horny and wanted sex in the worst way. It was something I noticed since I hit forty. My sex drive had gone berserk. At first I wanted more sex. Then I wanted more sex in different places and positions. Then I bought my first vibrator so when he couldn't get it up. I wouldn't cheat on him. Then one day, I needed sex. It was no longer a want. I hoped I was keeping him happy. I mean if he was at home all day resting. He should be able to get his six inch penis hard when I got home and take care of business. It wasn't like the kids would interrupt; they were away at college or out in the working world themselves. I know our son loved the job that was beneath my husband and his wife thanks me every chance she gets because now they make enough for her to get pregnant. Thinking of getting pregnant, damn that sounded like a great idea. Have my loving husband fuck me so hard he dislodges my IUD and knocks me up. Maybe I should just have it taken out instead and not tell him. Maybe having another child would get him off his ass and out working again. Since he would want to raise his child like he did our sons and daughter. Hey, it could happen! 'Damn it...! Stop thinking like that or you'll stain the seat.' I thought as I pulled into our driveway. I looked in the mirror as the garage door closed. "Not too bad for an old broad." I smiled at myself and applied my bright red; let me wrap my lips around your cock, lipstick. Sure there was a slight streak of grey at my part, but I earned every strand. So what, my tits didn't point skyward anymore. At least they weren't dragging the ground after nursing three kids. They were never huge, but they're not small either. I kept slim by swimming twice a week and running or walking the other three, during my two hour lunch break between my morning and afternoon classes. I took off my sensible shoes and slipped into my fuck-me pumps. I made sure my seams were lined up and my garter setting on my hips. I bit my lip as I took a seam ripper to the crotch of my panties. I didn't want to wait. As soon as I saw his hard on, I was going for a Pogo ride. We could always snuggle and make love later, after dinner, before I went to bed. I quietly opened the door and slipped in. I heard moans. 'Good he's watching porn... he'll already be hard.' I thought as I took off my jacket and set it aside. I walked through the kitchen, anticipating the royal romp I was going to get. I had my purse in my hand and was going to set it on the bar. Then everything changed. "Oh shit... Oh fuck...! Fuck my ass Kevin, fuck it good baby! Damn you fill me up." My oldest son's ex-girlfriend was gasping as my loving husband Kevin had her bent over the back of my mother's floral wing backed couch. "Harder... harder... fuck my ass harder!" I pulled out my cell phone and started recording. "Damn... I love your ass. I told you I was a better fucker." Kevin grunted and my ardor turned to ice. "Who own this cock?" He killed every chance of this being a onetime thing. "It's my cock... in my ass... oh god I love it. Give me my cock... Give it to me!" She begged and ordered at the same time. She was going to say something more, but she turned. "OH FUCK...!" Her eyes and mine met. Kevin must have thought he was doing a stellar job, because she was bucking; trying to get him out as panic infused her features. "Oh shit I'm cuming, fuck yeah. Take it in your ass, like my bitch wife never will!" Kevin killed our marriage and any chance of me ever giving him a dime if I could help it. It was like the vulgar would say; I wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire. I leaned the phone against my purse and went in and got two tall plastic cups of water. After that workout, they needed to hydrate so they could pack his shit and get the hell out of my house. "Aren't you glad I talked you out of dating that pencil-dick son of mine, and how I was just the better fuck?" Kevin panted as he leaned over the frightened girl. "I'm so sorry..." She gasped, looking at me. "Kevin... Mrs. Nelson...?" She tried to get up. "Fuck that frigid cunt." Kevin said and kissed the girls back. It was odd. I didn't even remember her name. Oh well. "If you had fucked me more, you wouldn't be so fucked now." I finally spoke. "Here, you'll need this once you can pull your worm out of her. I mean, that was quite the workout dear!" I set the cups of water on the bar. "I'll be gone an hour. You'll both be gone before I get back!" I picked up my phone as they scrambled, trying to cover themselves. "Take what's yours only, or I'll ruin you in the divorce. I hope you two will be happy together." I slammed the door and raced back to my car. I needed to get out of there before he could try and say a word to me. I almost hit the Pierce's as they were walking their dogs. I waved at them and speed down the street. I made it three blocks before I couldn't see. I made it into the store parking lot before I had to open my door and spew out the contents in my stomach. I had given him over twenty years of faithfulness to have it end like this. I thank god that the young cop that showed up was a friend of my daughters. He helped me move my car out of the way, avoiding the vomit. He held me as I broke down. He kept asking me if I needed a medic and I insisted that I didn't. I couldn't answer him when he asked me what was wrong, but I didn't want it to become public knowledge of how big of a fool I was. "Are you sure you are okay?" He asked me again, as I was able to start to pull myself together. "Yes... I'm so sorry." I wiped my face. "I just found out that I'm getting a divorce." I shrugged. "I'm so sorry Mrs. Nelson. I didn't know you were having problems." He handed me a bottle of water. "Here drink this and rinse out your mouth." He offered and handed me a napkin. "Ashley didn't say anything the last time I talked to her." He patted my shoulder and talked into his radio. "I didn't know either... it was quite the shock, but I'll be okay." I tried to smile. I remember trying... and failing. "Okay Mrs. Nelson, I'll follow you home and make sure you get there safely." He helped me get my feet back in the car and I blushed. Here I was, dressed up like some middle aged slut at the corner supermarket. "Thank you Timothy." I fell back on my classroom demeanor. "I should be okay as long as Mr. Nelson isn't there." I used another napkin, smearing the rest of my makeup and pulled out of the parking lot. I stopped three houses down. He was still there. "Are you okay?" Timothy asked, startling me. "They're still there and I can't...." I was on the verge of crying again. "I'll take care of it." He said and started walking away. "You stay there until me or another officer tells you its okay to come to the house." He slipped into his car and pulled up at the end of my driveway. "Just what I need...." I sighed. "Now the neighbors will be bugging me constantly." Oh I could hear the rumors. I closed my eyes and waited. I refused to look as Timothy finished removing the garbage out of my house. I jumped when someone knocked on my window. "Ma'am, we need you to come and make sure he didn't take anything he wasn't supposed to." A tall middle aged cop said to me through the window. "Okay... as long as they're gone." I nodded and tried to start my already running car. Blushing, I put it in gear and pulled behind Timothy's car, since it was blocking the drive still. I got out and started to the door. "Take a quick walk through and let us know if they took anything that they'd have to return." Timothy met me at the door. I walked though and saw the mess they made of my house. I avoided the living room. I went into my bedroom. The bed was a mess and his dresser had all the drawers open. I checked my jewelry case and noticed a ring missing. But it was one he bought, so she could have it. I hoped he made her happy. When I made it to the living room, I looked at the couch and noticed a small stain on the rug. I bolted to the bathroom and dry heaved for five minutes. Timothy was very nice to me and gave me some paperwork. "Call my dad in the morning and he'll help you out." He handed me a card. "Make a list of everything he took and its value. He might get to keep it, but it all adds up to the final split of the property." He shrugged. I guess this was old hat for him. "Thank you Timothy. I should be okay... do you know a good locksmith?" I looked at the front door and knew he still had a key. "I can't recommend one... the job you know. But, my brother might know one." He took the card and scribbled a number on it. "Give him a call and he'll help you Mrs. Nelson." I remembered the young rascal from them running around in my yard with my children. "I will, thank you." I sighed and bit my lip while they were all pulled away to more important things. I was just another divorce in the millions that are filed every year. One Year Later: "Hey Marcy, my brother wants to know if you're going to the dance at church this weekend?" Her co-worker Joyce asked as they walked down the hall. "I'll never be that desperate Joyce. I'm divorced not diseased." She smiled at her friend. "But you two have so much in common." Joyce walked next to her long time friend. "You're divorced, he'd divorced. You both were cheated on and your ex's tried to rape you in court." She defended her logic. "A match made in heaven... or is that hell?" Marcella Estrada sighed. "I just got rid of one unemployed, needy, grasping, pile of shit. Why would I ever want another one?" She could still taste the bitterness in the back of her throat. "At least you got to keep your house. I'll never get him out of my spare room if I don't find him someone decent to take care of him." She sighed dramatically. "I already raised my kids. I don't need to be a mommy to a grown man." She wiggled her fingers as she entered her classroom. "Okay students, put away the books, it's time for a pop-quiz." The door closed as Joyce sighed in frustration. As the door closed, Kyle Miller had to adjust himself or have the object of his attention see him sporting a woody again. He didn't know what it was about his teacher that held him in thrall. She was good looking, if she let herself dress up occasionally. It wasn't like girls haven't been throwing themselves at him since he came home. But, that was just the problem. They were girls, not women. Now Professor Estrada was all woman. Five seven, long dark hair and a real figure, even the stripe of grey set her apart from the crowd. And then there were those eyes. He knew she wouldn't be impressed with his story like the other girls were. He also figured that most of the girls wanted him not because he was such a great guy, but because he inherited his father's business and he could give them the life they desired. So, there he sat. Thirty years old, fresh out of the Army, in charge of a business he had no clue how to run. His plan...? Go back to school and learn how to run it. At first, when he signed up; he found a class by a Mrs. Nelson. She was supposed to be the hardest teacher on campus. But, if she gave you a grade, you earned that grade. She wouldn't care if you were a veteran, or owned a multi-million dollar business. Only the work mattered. On the first day, the name Ms. Estrada was written on the board. He was about to see if he was in the wrong glass. Then she walked in.... She was wearing real hosiery, not pantyhose. She had a bearing that demanded his full undivided attention. "Mr. Miller, if you would be so kind to answer the question on the board?" She snapped his attention back to the here and now. "No one can answer that question Ma'am." He looked at the board. "It would depend of the ethos of the individual and the situation involved. It's a trap question." He looked at her and squirmed. "Given the stated parameters in the book, how would you, as an individual, handle the problem?" She pressed, her left eyebrow lifted in challenge. "I'd take the person in a private room and give him some wall to wall counseling, telling them if they ever did that again they'd not only be fired, but prosecuted. Labor laws be damned Ma'am." He smiled at her. "Violence solves nothing." She started to say. "Sorry Ma'am, but there you're wrong. Violence and or the threat of violence solves over ninety percent of all problems in the world. To believe anything different is to be deluding yourself. Recent history as example. Especially, when five of the top twenty businesses in the Fortune Five hundred, are part of the Military industrial complex, where violence is necessary to increase their profit margin." "But it isn't what you'd want to base a business plan on." "Why not...? The government does and they're still in business." The class chuckled. "So, what did you do before you decided that you needed an education Mr. Miller?" She was getting snippy. "I killed people for the US Government Ma'am. Army... don't ask and I won't lie to you about it." Kyle smiled at her. "Well fortunately, if you tried that in the civilian sector, you'll end up in prison for the rest of your life." She smiled tightly. "Now, on to the next question... Mrs. Parker, what do you think the ramifications of dealing with an employee that you think is stealing but you do not have hard evidence?" She walked past Kyle and he sighed. At the end of the class, Marcella wanted her students to leave, to give her time to get back under control. She didn't want to admit the reaction she was having to the young man that had the nerve to question her so intelligently, if in a miss guided direction. She could feel his eyes on her as she moved around the classroom. "Sorry Professor, I wasn't trying to bust your chops, but just answer the question honestly." Kyle came up behind her and made her jump. "Sorry...." He murmured. "Mr. Miller, you startled me." She turned. "What do I owe the pleasure of your patronage in my class, other than having the benefit of the GI bill to pay for your schooling?" She wanted to set the tone for any conversations with him. "I'm paying my own way Ma'am." He looked at her. "Why business? Why not one of the law enforcement or security degrees? Wouldn't they sit better with your world view?" She knew she was coming off like a cold bitch. She was doing it on purpose to get him to back off. "Yeah well, if I didn't have to run the business that my father left me when he died, I might have looked into that. But, some things are just out of our control. And, although our world view might be different ma'am, I do live in reality. Like the reality that when I joined, I never thought that I'd have to go kill strangers for a living. But what the heck, it's a job and kept me off welfare and paying taxes." He might think she was a knock out, but he refused to put up with anyone's bullshit. "I'm sorry Mr. Miller." She felt his words like stabs to her heart. "It is easy for us who sit back here in academia to make judgments. It's totally different for those of you who had to live through it." She bit her lip, making sure she held eye contact rather than letting her eyes wander over his tight fit body. "But yet again Mr. Miller, why my class?" He had to know her reputation. Every student did. "I signed up for Mrs. Nelson's class because I heard it was the hardest in the program. If I could pass that, then the rest would be easy." He shrugged. "But, instead we got stuck with each other; and I finish what I start." He shrugged. "Like my dad said, 'if you don't want the answer, don't ask me the question'." He shrugged at the question in her eyes. "Then Mr. Miller, you are in the correct class. I'll see you next week." She knew she had to end this conversation or Joyce, who was looking on, might get ideas. That theory proved correct when she finally exited her class and the first question was. "Who was the hunk you were verbally sparing with? I wouldn't kick him out of bed for, well... eating anything." She smiled wickedly. "There might be hope for you yet Marcy." Joyce was the only person to get away with calling her that name. She heard her ex call her that once and it stuck. "That was Mr. Miller. A student and we both know I do not date my students." She said sharply. "He's a veteran and has recently taken over his father's business upon his demise." She didn't want to get flushed at his awkward praise of her class. But deep down it made her feel good to have him tell her he took the class because it was the hardest one at the school. "So, not an over pampered brat, who couldn't find his ass with an instruction manual and a map. Interesting...." Joyce smiled at her friend. "This semester is going to be very interesting." She waved. "See you tomorrow." She went off to her car to rush home to her husband who worshiped the ground she walked on. Marcella sighed and headed to the parking lot and tried to remember what that felt like. She was almost to her car when a voice she never wanted to hear again startled her. "Marcy... what did you do to me? Do you know how much you embarrassed me in front of a client?" He rushed up and was getting in her face. "Kevin I have done nothing of the sort. We're divorced and you and what's her name, are supposed to be living happily ever after." She tried to move around him. "They said my membership has been canceled at the club. I was ready to close the deal but I was kicked out of a club I've been a member at for over twenty years." He spit in his anger. "What the fuck is the meaning of this bullshit, Marcy?" After The Wife Walks In "Kevin, your dues were due three months ago. Since I am no longer your wife, and it wasn't awarded in the divorce, I don't pay your dues any longer. You and your younger concubine could have paid them at any time, but that is no longer my problem. Now, please excuse me, I'm tired and want to go home." She took a step. "I'm talking to you god damn it!" He grabbed her arm. "You need to pay that bill and apologize to my client or I'm fucked. I have bills to pay, you stupid frigid cunt!" He was shaking her. "Let go of me Kevin." Marcella looked at her ex-husband and wondered when he turned into a lunatic. "Are you going to pay the damn bill?" He started again. "You heard the lady, let go... asshole!" At six one, when Kyle walked up he looked down at the older man. "This is private business. Leave us alone!" Kevin hissed, not taking his eyes off his target. "Once you let go and Ms. Estrada is in her car, then I'll leave." Kyle took a step forward so he could intervene if needed. "Who the hell do you think you are?" He asked Marcy, but Kyle answered. "I'm the son of a bitch that's going to kick your ass, if you don't let go of her arm." He put his hand on Kevin's shoulder. "I'll count to three. One... two...." His grip tightened on each number. He didn't have to say three. "This isn't over Marcy." Kevin hissed as he stomped away. "Are you okay...? Who was that asshole?" Kyle looked at Marcella and saw the fear. "That was Mr. Nelson, my ex-husband." She bit her lip. "He keeps forgetting the ex part." She sighed and turned to thank her savior. "Ah, I see." He smiled and tried to lighten the mood. "And now I hope you see my point. Mr. Nelson wanted to do business with you, if you wanted him to or not. It was only the threat of greater violence that deterred him from getting violent with you." He tried to tease her. "Hey, I didn't make the rules, I just live by them. Do you need me to follow you home, or call security?" He saw her shaking. "No, no thank you. I'll be fine. He was just irritated because I'm not paying his bills anymore." She tried to smile. "He'll become reasonable once the shock wears off or I'll take him to court again. Or, I could remind him of a certain video of him and his new friend taken before we were divorced." She didn't know why she said that. "Well, that confirmed a few things for me." He smiled at her raised brow. "One, he's an idiot for cheating on you. Two, you're single... and three I'm interested. Take care Professor Estrada. You might want to park closer if you can, so he can't ambush you again." He gave her a jaunty salute and walked away as she tried to get her mouth to move. Marcella must have practiced her speech for Mr. Miller a thousand times over the weekend. She knew she had to set the ground rules. She couldn't get involved with a student, no matter how handsome or how many times he saved her from harm. She just couldn't allow herself to date a student, especially one who was that much younger than her. It was sordid. Something you might read out of one of those trashy bulk novels you could find that the checkout line and the grocery store. It could never happen in real life. Besides she was his teacher. ***** "So, tell me about this chick you're spacing on?" His buddy was asking him when Kyle turned down chasing some local bar fly. "She's not some bimbo you'd find in a place like this. She's a college professor. A fucking knock-out too." Kyle smiled. "Oh, look who's getting all above us now. A couple of semesters of school and you're all better than us down here in the trenches." His friend slurred from the three drinks too many he had already. "Dude, you're drunk." Kyle laughed and slapped his shoulder. "Yeah well... I'm more drunk than I should be, but not as half as drunk as I want to be. Get another round, I have to piss." He ping ponged his way to the back of the bar where the facilities were. Kyle looked at his friend and wondered if he remembered they weren't twenty anymore. All he knew was he had a meeting first thing Monday morning, to beat into the heads of the people who thought they should be running the business. It didn't seem to matter that he owned over sixty percent. If they wanted to keep it status quo until he learned enough to take it over, they needed to remember who the real boss was. "So, I met this fox by the bathroom." His friend slurred as he stumbled back. "I might take her home and show her a good time." He took the beer bottle and slogged it back. "Catch'ya later dude, don't do anything I would." His friend bounced back to where he came from and Kyle tossed a couple of twenties on the bar. "Leaving already Kyle?" The waitress asked. "I was hoping that we could talk once Paul left." "Sorry Shirley, I have home work and a business to run. Maybe next time." He smiled good naturedly, knowing he didn't want any of what she was selling. He might want a family, but not a readymade family. As far as he knew, she had three kids from three different dads and he wasn't in line to be number four. ***** Monday morning, Kyle was getting ready to use his dad's favorite silk tie to garrote the asshole at the other end of the table. He was droning on about profit share and market values. Everything he could think of to let Kyle know just how unprepared he was to take over the business. Kyle was getting tired of it. "Are we still profitable? Is there any problems that need my immediate attention? If not, then copy me on the documents and I'll have my guy look over the numbers." He sighed, cutting off the old wind bag. "Well the only other issue is the selloff of the stock, bringing your shares down fewer than fifty percent, where they should be." One back stabber said in a snide voice. "We voted last week but you never showed up for that vote. We need you to...." "Who thinks they have the balls to make me sell my shares?" He stood up. "I own my five percent that I got when I was twenty one. I own my mother's twelve point whatever percent after she died from breast cancer. And I own the fifty two percent from my father's will. So unless I flunked math, I basically own this fucking company. You cannot get enough shares to think about a takeover or proxy battle. And you can't buy me out because I'm not selling! Whose brain fart was this any way?" He looked down the table. "We are the board of directors." The smart ass in the middle said. "We've have put our years in. This is our company, not yours; just because your father stroked out on us." He stood up. "Galen, was this your idea?" Kyle pinned him with a stare. "Of course. I deserve my extra shares. Not some snot nosed punk." He spit out and the rest of the men started shaking their heads. "Cool, take your seven percent and get the fuck out of here. You're fired!" Kyle shouted him down. "You can't...." He sputtered indignantly. "Walk out or I'll forcibly kick you out. By the end of business, your shares will be transferred from voting shares to holding shares. Now, get the fuck out of my building!" He took one step toward the man. "We need seven members or the corporation folds." The old crone at the end of the table said as Galen fled the violence in Kyle's eyes. "Darcy, get your ass in here." He slammed his fist on the intercom. "Yes sir...?" She scurried in, looked at him, and wondered what he did this time. "How long have you been with the company?" Kyle asked, knowing she was one of the first people his dad hired. "I, um, was with the company before it was a company Kyle... um, sir." She remembered Kyle as a sweet little boy that would come in with his father. She kept a stash of candy in her drawer just in case he showed up. "Good, sit down. You've been promoted to Galen's spot on the board." He looked at the men and they paled. "All in favor sit down... all opposed get the fuck out!" He was done with their bullshit. "Motioned carried, next business!" After the business meeting finished, Kyle was sitting in his dad's chair looking at Darcy. "I hope I can trust you to keep me from fucking up too bad." He was tired of the petty bickering. "If your mother was here, she'd wash your mouth out with soap young man." Darcy said, secure in the knowledge that Kyle would never fire her. He might shout and threaten, but just like his father, he would never fire her. "Sorry Darcy, but those stuff shirts chapped my ass." Kyle sighed. "I need to talk to Galen's assistant to see if she wants to follow her lover out of the building." He sighed and took off the tie. "I'd say trapped paramour instead." Darcy quirked her brow. "I'll take her if no one else will." Darcy offered knowing more than she was telling. There wasn't much Darcy didn't know about the business or the people working there. "Let me talk to her first. You can stay if you want." Kyle rubbed his head and looked at the pile of homework he had to finish before school the next day. Darcy wondered how he was going to handle the timid Kristen. She didn't have to wait long. "You know I canned Galen today... are you staying or are you following him out the building?" Kyle asked bluntly. "Kyle... glove the fist." Darcy said looking at Kristen. "I'd rather stay sir, if I can." She was shaking and looked like she was going to faint. "Then why were you having sex with a married man who was a member of the board?" Kyle didn't take the hint. "Because I'm a single mother of two and I can't afford to lose this job sir. I didn't have a choice and still have a job." Tears started falling. "Kyle... don't make me come over there." Darcy said urgently. "Look at the poor girl, she scared witless." She looked at Kyle and shook her head at him. He was so like his father it was scary. "Why..? Are you really frightened of me?" Kyle asked the woman. "Speak truthfully, and you will not be punished." Darcy added, motioning for the woman to sit down before she fell down. "I need the job and Galen said.... I couldn't ever think of finding a job that pays the same if he gave me a bad review... and my kids. And, and...." She wrung her hands and tears started falling again. "Did my father know?" Kyle asked irritated. "It didn't happen until Galen took over the corner office after your father passed away." She assured Kyle. "So, he made you chose your job or sex? We're talking play for pay here, right?" He looked at her trying to see if she was lying to him. "Yes Sir. He, he, he... I can't talk about it, but he made me or I'd lose my job." She gasped. "KYLE...! She thinks you're going to fire her." Darcy shouted at him. He saw her look and flinched back. "Fire her; hell... you said you were going to take her on." He looked at Darcy. "I just needed to know if I could trust her." He sat back. "Kristen, I want you to write it all up and have it on my desk before you go home... no scratch that. Have it on Darcy's desk ASAP." He rubbed his head as the woman looked at Darcy with the question in her eyes. "And what am I supposed to do with it?" Darcy asked. "Copy it; verify the facts so I can nail Galen to a tree if he ever tries to cause us problems. Then I want you to do an internal audit and see if any of the other ladies in the office have had to deal with the same kind of bullshit. If they have, I want the heads of the perpetrators on the front fence. This is your project and you answer only to me on it. Kristen should know who to talk to. Clean my house ladies; I don't want this filth in my business." "What about me sir?" Kristen asked confused. "Talk to Darcy about that! She's your new boss. Darcy, look into some counseling if necessary. Just keep it legal and that as a company, we were not at fault. To press the point ladies, I want a memo out first thing tomorrow. If this shit is found, it means instant termination for cause. Handle the rest through HR." he waved off the problem as handled. "He almost sounds like his father.' Darcy smiled. "What if I didn't take the seat on the board?" "Watch it, or I'll make you chairman... err woman of the board." Kyle smiled of the first time. "Hey, that might just...." "Don't even think about it." Darcy warned. "Keep studying. You're doing great. I already have enough to explain." She smiled a Kyle, but he wasn't done. "I want you to comb through the business and find me two other women who might be qualified and able to sit on the board. I think the top has been the good ole boy club for too long. But, I don't want to fuck over the business for trying to bring it into this century. Have the names on my desk by next board meeting just in case I have to have a repeat performance of today. Oh and don't forget to claim Galen's shares of voting stock. They go with the position and log his as holding stock before he can try and sell them to one of the other members or a competitor." "What do you want me to put on his termination package?" Darcy was scribbling in short hand. "One, Kristen should be taking notes, not you. You are no longer a secretary, assistant, or whatever title you held when you came to work today. You are a senior vice president... title to be determined. Run it all through Gary and make it work. Kristen is your assistant as of this date and this time... come on Darcy you know the drill." He sighed and smiled at her. "Practices inconsistent with the position he was holding. If he pushes, have it for harassment of female employees and whatever they call that bullshit he tried to pull in the meeting... not eligible for rehire." "Severance package...?" Kristen asked taking notes from Darcy and smiling for the first time since she walked in. "None, zip, nada fucking dime, other that his pay as of this date and any accrued vacation." Kyle answered with some heat. "He has a contract...." Darcy said looking at Kyle with new eyes. "And he violated it in more than once just today, in front of the board, and in his moral obligations to the company and co-workers. No wiggle room on this one girls. If he is a lying cheat in his marriage, then what's to stop him from being a lying cheat in my business? If it hits the oscillator, we'll help the wife, unless she has cheated too and then they can fend for themselves." "But the morals clause hasn't been enforced for years." Kristen looked up shocked. "It's there and I want it enforced completely. Go over it with Gary and make the necessary changes. Give everyone fair notice and then clean house. I wouldn't want to marry a cheat and I won't have them in my business. Just like with the military, no fraternization in the ranks. We can't charge them for adultery, but we sure the hell can fire someone for it." "What if it has nothing to do with work?" Darcy smiled at his old fashion attitude. "A cheat is a cheat is a cheat...! Same goes for a thief. I don't want either one here." He looked at his books again. "Anything else before I have to get out of here?" "What if you fall in love with someone at work?" Kristen asked wide eyed. "As long as they are not in the same command structure, and it doesn't affect work, I don't have a problem with it. But, I don't want another situation where a boss has the power to force someone into sex or lose their job. Darcy will be the head of that department. So, if she can do a transfer, then fine. If not, then someone needs to have to guts to be honest about what's happening. Look I know I'm running afoul with this, just use some common sense here. Run it all past Gary and let me know what going on before I sign and make it company policy." "Why me Kyle...?" Darcy wanted to know and still wondering what she was going to tell her husband. "Because I know and trust you. You knew dad better than anyone here and I need someone I can trust doing this until can I finish school. Once I take full control of the business, we'll re-adjust if necessary." He opened the top button of the shirt that was strangling him. "Now before anything else, I need to get out of this monkey suit and get to work." He waved them out and was shocked as they both got up quietly and headed to the door. "Was his father that way?" Kristen asked, looking at Kyle. "And then some...." Darcy smiled. "You've only been here since William got sick the last time. Now, maybe we can get back to the way it's supposed to be." Darcy smiled as she closed the door. Kyle was unaware that the sun had set and he needed to go home, when his door opened. "God Damn-it kid! It's like William is still here." Gary, the company's lawyer and silent partner, said as he strode into Kyle's office. "I'm going to have to get a junior officer in here to keep it all straight. You have no idea the confusing messages I had to sift through today." He sat on the edge of the big desk. "Hey Gary, sorry I dumped the shit bucket on your head today." Kyle was tired but had ten more pages to go over. "Shit bucket..." He chuckled. "I haven't had this much fun since before your dad got sick the first time." Gary smiled. "Galen was nothing but a butt kisser from the get go. Give him an inch and his head ballooned up to where he thought he was god." He sighed. "You have some of the other older members a bit worried though." "As long as they work for the best interest of the business, their jobs and places are secure; until I can take over the day to day operations. If they try the bullshit like Galen, tell them to find a soft place to land." Kyle closed his book. "Clancy is the only one I'd offer a golden handshake. He's earned it in my dad's book." "I'll let him know. He's looking at retiring anyway." He moved some of Kyle's books out of his way. "So, if I sent over Becky...? You know the one who looks like sex on a stick, to be your new assistant?" Gary smiled evilly. "After the fraternization clause I hit you over the head with... what an example that would set. Besides if rumors got started, her girlfriend would have my ass on a platter." He looked at Gary like he turned zombie all of a sudden. "How did you...? Never mind, it was just a thought." Gary smiled. "Take a bit of advice from an old friend. Don't let this business kill you. Go find someone who you want to go home to." "Well I have my eye on someone, but right now, she thinks I'm beneath her notice." Kyle smiled. "Working on it though..." "What's her name, I'll check her out." Gary perked up. "Yeah right... a bit early for that Gary..." Kyle chuckled. "She will call me nothing but Mr. Miller, yet. Let me at least get to first base before your vetting her as my wife. And keep that pre-nup in the drawer." Kyle warned him. "I'd never be so crass. I have more tact then that. Nothing would happen until I thought you were actually serious about her. So, who is she anyway?" Gary asked when Kyle was reading a passage in one of his books. "One of my professors.... God damn it Gary...! Leave it alone." Kyle was pissed and Gary was smiling. "Well at least it's a place to start. Get some sleep. Cramming never really works. You have to be awake before you can retain the information. I used to take a series of naps so I had some sleep to take my tests." Gary waved and headed out the door. "Thanks Gary, I'll have a hide-a-bed installed." He started putting his stuff away so he could go out and eat. "Go home Kyle, I know it's hard, but it is your home. You don't have to stay in the company's condo. Renovate it, do what you have to, but go home." Gary said kindly. "When I earn it, I'll take it back or sell it. I haven't decided yet." Kyle sighed and they walked out of the door and turned off the lights. ***** "So, I hear Kevin is being an ass again." Joyce and Marcella were walking the infield track. "Why don't you just show your kids that video?" She was breathing hard, but was able to keep up with her long legged friend. After The Wife Walks In "I will not stoop to his level. Our son Richie refuses to talk to him and I refuse to put a barrier in between him and his other children." She shrugged. "No matter what he's done to me, he was a good father and I hope he remembers that before what's her name's baby is born." Her face twisted in pain. "I know how to get a smile out of you." Joyce changed the subject. "So, tell me about Mr. chiseled and intense in your class... you know the one, so don't even try it." She scoffed as Marcella looked like she was going to balk. "That would be Mr. Miller, a solid B student." She said and looked over to the bleachers. "And he looks like he is stalking me." She pointed. "If I was single, he could stalk me any time." Joyce wiggled her eyebrows. "Why don't you dump the frump mode you've been in and take him for a tumble? Might work some of the kinks out... as it were." Joyce smiled meaningfully. "He is a student and I'm his teacher. How would that look?" Marcella sighed and looked again. "Where did he go?" Kyle was nowhere to be seen. "Oh, he's good." Joyce breathed. "Made sure he was noticed and then made himself scarce. He's not a stalker sweetheart, he just making his intentions known without being an ass about it." "I'm way too old to fall for a student. How very bad television. I don't need another soap opera." Marcella didn't want to think about what seeing him made her feel. She didn't want to think about the drop in her stomach when he was gone either. When they got back to where they left their towels and jackets, on each was sitting a rose. On Joyce's was a white rose; on Marcella's was a deep red one. "He has style. You have to give him that. And a clear sense of propriety." Joyce said thoroughly impressed. "What do you mean...?" She sniffed her rose. It had been since forever since anyone brought her a flower. "White for friendship, red for love." Joyce smiled. "We got to get back, and let me know what Mr. Miller does next." They headed in opposite direction to get to their next classes. That evening after class, and feeling his eyes on her the whole night, Marcella wasn't surprised to find him waiting at the corner of the building. "Mr. Miller you do not need to walk me to my car after every class." She sighed and was thankful that he didn't listen to her. "It is my pleasure to make sure you are not accosted on your way home Professor Estrada." He bowed and matched her steps. "Besides I have a question I'd like to ask you about my class work." 'Oh god, don't let him ask for a deference.' She thought, not wanting to hear the words from Kyle. "In the substructure of a successful business, what is the true importance of the morality clause?" Kyle asked to see how much of a mess he made of his father's business. "That's not for a couple of chapters." She looked at him. "Although true morality has seemed to go by the wayside; if you look closely; companies like Chick-A-Fila, Target, Wal-Mart and Sam's club, while Mr. Walden ran things. Were based on their moral code and re-investing into the local communities. I think that the lack of clear morals has precipitated many of the downfalls of these companies that thought they were too big to fail." Her arm tingled when they brushed against each other. "What about clear and defined gender roles?" Kyle asked wanting to put his arm around her. He could see them, taking long walks, talking about their days. "I think it should be more about talent and ability. Ones gender, other than for reproduction, should have no bearing on where a person's abilities lay." She said and wanted to scoot closer and gather his radiating heat. "Should a woman have to choose between family and business?" Kyle asked, not wanting the conversation to end, even though they were standing by her car. "That, Mr. Miller; is a topic for another time." She cracked a small smile. "I have to get home and so do you. Don't forget the essay and I'll see you in a couple of days." She got in her car and started it. She backed out and drove away before she threw herself into his arms and captured the kiss she knew was there waiting for her. She thought of Mr. Miller all the way home. She was still thinking about him when she walked into the house and the cold hit her in the gut. She looked at the completely different looking living room, but it didn't matter. No matter how many times she pained or rearranged the furniture, she could still see the old floral couch and them rutting like wild animals. Their words screamed in her head and she sighed at the stack of bills she had to sort through. She was able to keep her house, but just barely. She had to borrow against her retirement to pay for his portion. She knew she had added ten more years before she was even close to finically secure as she was the day she caught them. She thought of the unfairness of it all. She didn't do anything wrong, but she was the one who ended up paying for his infidelity. The phone rang and she jumped. "Hello Joyce, I just got home." She sighed. "Sorry mom, it's just me. But, I need to ask you a favor." Her son's voice came over the receiver. "Okay shoot." Marcella said and pulled out her box dinner, put it in the microwave and hit the button. "I have three minutes until dinner." "Are you eating one of those meals made out of cardboard again?" Her son asked and sighed. "Anyway, Carrie is pregnant again and we don't have the room or the money to get a bigger place. I was hoping if we could stay with you until we could save up some money for something bigger? It would only be for a little while." He promised her. "Famous last words..." Marcella smiled. Maybe that was her problem. Maybe the house was just too empty. They talked about it for an hour and well past the time her box dinner had been tossed in the trash. Marcella told her son to bring the family over on the weekend and they could talk about it some more. She said her goodbyes and hung up. The next day when she went into her office, she saw a bouquet of flowers sitting by her door. She picked them up and like all women, sniffed their fragrance. She picked out the little card from the bright flowers and read the note. 'I saw these and thought of you. Have a great day. Kyle.' She smiled and closed her door. Setting the flowers where she could see them, she went about grading her papers. She taught her morning class and was surprised to find Joyce in her office at lunch. "Someone has an admirer." Joyce smiled. "I grabbed a vase from my office to put these in some water when I noticed them starting to wilt." She arraigned them perfectly. "So is this Kyle who I think he is?" She looked over her shoulder. "That would be an educated guess. He is listed as Miller, K on my sheet." She sat down setting her stuff off to the side. "I bet you like to have him on your sheets." Joyce teased. "Please... I'm old enough to be his mother probably." She sighed as the vase sparkled on her desk. "I'm sure he can find more than enough company to keep his sheets occupied. I am not now or ever will be that desperate to date one of my students. Especially one like Mr. Miller. I would hate to think of my reputation if he got the highest grade in my class because we were seen together." She shook her head, trying to clear the picture of tangled sheets from her mind. "Yeah, well from what I saw... don't stand around anything flammable when he walks you to your car. You both were throwing off sparks the other night." She smoothed down her cashmere sweater. And adjusted her Hermes scarf. "He's been doing that since the incident with Kevin. He also asks some of the most intriguing questions." Marcella looked out her window and saw his vehicle. "Speak of the devil." Her pulse jumped. "Well, let's go for our walk. I bet I'll spot him before you do." Joyce laughed and started walking out the door. "I need to nip this in the bud." Marcella sighed and dreading doing what she knew had to be done. Joyce looked at her friend like she had lost her sanity. "Let's see how observant he is from afar." She took off her scarf and sweater and mixed them up with Marcella's jacket and muffler. She smiled when the items were in their proper place and a candy bar was on hers and a set of three chocolate hearts were on Marcella's. The next evening, during class, she looked at Mr. Miller and wondered what was going on in his head. She looked at how he was sitting and noticed something that made her blush. 'He couldn't be that way because of me.' She tried to convince herself. "Mr. Miller, I'd like a word with you after class." She finally said as everyone was gathering up their supplies and were heading out. "Yes Ma'am?" Kyle asked wetting his lips as he stood in front of her. "It has come to my attention that you might have formed some kind of attachment to me." She held her breath hoping she didn't sound like a fool. "And so...?" Kyle asked, letting her have the control of the conversation for now. "And, what do you foresee doing about this attraction?" Marcella was out of her depth and she knew it. "Ask you out on a date once I was sure you might return some of the attraction." Kyle shrugged. "Do you realize how inappropriate that would be?" She sighed as her middle went to mush. "I am your teacher. I have the superior position. How would that look if it was in a business environment?" She hated doing it, but boundaries were there for a very good reason. "That is why I have kept everything above board and out in the open... thus far." He smiled. "When the time is right, I'll ask, and hopefully you respond in the positive." He leaned forward, just into her personal space. "That could never happen, Mr. Miller. I cannot date one of my students." Marcella hated to say it. She had actually started enjoying his presence in her class. "Then I'll need a drop slip." Kyle shrugged. "But you said you never back away from a challenge." She was shocked. He was her best student. He couldn't throw away all his hard work. "If I drop your class I might have a chance of taking you out on a date. If, as you say, I'm one of your students and you'll never date me. The only logical conclusion I can make... is that I need to drop your class and take my chances on the aforementioned date. Since I will not be listed as one of your students any longer, I have a greater chance of success. It's all about priorities." He smiled at her, not backing off. "You'd really do that just for the chance of a date with me" She was stunned and flushed. "Why...? I'm old enough to be your...." She looked at Joyce's smiling face, looking into her class. "Aunt...you're old enough to be my aunt." He stopped her thinking in the wrong direction. "I wasn't planning on asking, until I passed your class on my own merits. But, if this is the way it has to be... so be it!" He shrugged in indifference. "Please, do not drop my class Mr. Miller. There are only three weeks left." Marcella finally said. "I'll have to think long and hard about this conversation. I'll walk with my friend tonight. I'll see you next week Mr. Miller...please." "If time and space are what you need, I'll be more than happy to give you a fair share of both. But please remember they are precious commodities, not to be squandered." He tilted his head. "Goodnight Professor Estrada until I see you again." He strode out the room and nodded to Joyce as he passed, "Ma'am", and he was gone. Her heart raced and her head was filled with visions. She didn't know it filled her eyes with longing, which ensured Kyle's compliance. Marcella knew she needed to get some space to clear her head. Things that she had been able to suppress since that day in her living room, hit her right between the eyes and legs. She knew what her body wanted. Now she needed to figure out what she wanted. "Don't even start...." Marcella stopped Joyce from voicing her opinion. ***** The next morning, Kyle went into his office because the walls in his condo were closing in on him. He walked past what should have been an empty desk, but the seat was filled with a very pretty Becky. "What are you doing here?" He asked as he stopped for a second. "Gary assigned me to you. He said you needed someone with my legal background as your assistant." She smiled at him. "Something about conflicting messages." She looked, hoping for a clue to the cryptic message. "I'm going to kill him." Kyle sighed. "Call your girlfriend. Lunch, noon, my office; have something brought in." He shook his head and ignoring the gaping look Becky was giving him as he slammed his office door. An hour later his phone buzzed. "Yeah...?" He answered irritable. "Mr. Miller. Um, Jordan can't be here until after twelve thirty. Can I push back lunch?" Her voice matched her person. "That's fine... just remember I have a two o'clock and we'll be gravy." He released the button and dropped the phone. Within seconds he was back into his homework, marking quotes and writing notes. At twelve thirty five, Becky opened the door and looked in. "Where do you want me to set it up sir?" There were two people behind her. One was short, dumpy, and fifty pounds overweight. The other was tall slim, had her head saved except for a small top knot that was dyed pink. "The table will be fine." He looked at his books and closed them. He took out some cash and handed it to Becky. She smiled and handed it to the short dumpy one. "Thank you. We'll let you know when we'll need your services again." Kyle was shocked. He didn't know why, but he was. "Mr. Miller, this is Jordan, my...." She blushed. "We, um, live together." She hesitated since she didn't know that anyone knew about her and Jordan. "Nice to meet you...." Kyle shook her hand and noticed a small bit of paint that the tall woman missed on her hand. He motioned for them to sit. "I thought we'd get this out in the open before tongues can wag and cause unnecessary problems." He sat down and received two very different stares. "What going on Beck...?" Jordon asked her mate. "First the big promotion and now were having lunch with the owner." She was looking for any funny business "What's going on, miss...? Jordan is it?" He asked and then continued as she nodded. "Is that I wanted you both to know that I know you are a couple. She got this promotion because our lawyer thinks I'm going to need her help as I transition over to taking over day to day control of the business. I didn't want any speculation or rumors messing up the works because Becky is a beautiful woman and I'm a single man." He took a big bite out of his sandwich. "This is good." He mumbled around his food. "Wow... okay... that was blunt." Jordan looked at me as Becky smiled and grabbed her hand under the table. "Thank you Mr. Miller." Becky started. "It's Kyle... Mr. Miller was my dad. Since we're working together, call me Kyle." He took a drink of the tea that was set in front of his place. "Any questions...?" He looked at them. "Too many to think straight." Jordan answered. She took a bite and thought for a second. "So I can come to company functions and we wouldn't have to hide our relationship" She asked first. "As long as decency is maintained, yeah I'd love to see you." He shrugged. "What about benefits Mr., I mean Kyle?" Becky asked, getting over the shock. "What about them. Bring in valid paperwork and submit it. Dependants are covered as far as I know." Kyle took a bite and leaned back. "That's why you have this job. Look into the legal ramification and do the right thing. Bring it to me or Gary before making any permanent changes." "So, you support Gay Marriage?" Jordon set down her sandwich and started re-wrapping it. "I support marriage." Kyle corrected. "I rather have you married than committing adultery. We have a strict morals clause here and I want everything on the up and up." He looked at the girls. "If I know what's going on, then no one can hold it over your head. It keeps things cleaner in the long run." He shrugged as he continued eating. "So, I could come here for lunch and visit Becky and do everything a normal couple would do?" Jordan asked, looking for the trap. "No make-out sessions in my office. No sex on the desk or in the elevators, but yeah. You're a couple and I expect you to act like a couple. If and when you get married, if you're not already, you'll have to sign a standard non-disclosure agreement. But that's normal too. We can't have what we do here to be public knowledge. Our competition would kill us if they knew what we were bidding. Let's face facts here. Becky will know everything worth knowing. She already knows more than I do. I can't afford for that information to get out." "Um wow... Could I get a job here?" Jordan joked, knowing she'd never give up her shop, for another nine to five job. "Sorry no." Kyle startled them. "Becky would be in your direct chain of command, since she's my assistant. We have a no fraternization clause as well. That's why we're having this lunch. So everyone knows the score and we can work accordingly." "Wow... cool. Do what you have to Beck. You'll never find a better place for what you do." Jordan told Becky and kissed her quickly. "I have to get back. Eva is in charge and we know what that can lead to. See you at home sweetie. Thanks for the lunch Kyle." She got up, gathered the remainder of her sandwich and exited, leaving Becky and I sitting there. "Thank you Kyle... you don't know what it means to us." Becky smiled at Kyle. Her mother still wasn't talking to her because she moved in with Jordan. "So, how long have you two been together? Oh, and I saw you at the mall one day. That's how I knew." Kyle said and finished his lunch as they talked. ***** Marcella pushed Kyle harder than the rest of the class. She tore apart his answers just to see if he could think his way around it. She didn't want anyone to say he didn't earn his grade. She knew everyone in the class wondered what Kyle did to piss her off, but were happy it wasn't them. She caught herself thinking things she shouldn't be thinking as he sat there and just smiled at her as she ripped him a new one. "Okay class, we have a pre-test to prepare for finals. Please remember this does count as part of your grade so be prepared." She sat behind her desk as the people groaned. "You have until nine to finish." She gave them thirty extra minutes and she knew they'd need every second of it. She couldn't sit still as she looked at her students. She kept her eyes moving so they wouldn't catch her looking at Kyle. She saw the lump in his pants and wondered what it felt like to have him make love to her. How it would feel to have that intimate connection again. She had to start wearing pads on the days he was there. She knew she didn't have a problem with feminine dryness. "Time...!" She called out and listened to the groans and complaints. "Papers on my desk as you leave." She ordered. She was shocked when Kyle's was the first one there. She couldn't help herself. She thumbed through it. He had every question answered. He winked at her as he walked out. "Don't forget Finals next week. There will only be one make up day, so no excuses." The rest of the class went past her in a blur. That night for the first time in a long time, she took out one of her toys. She took her time to clean it. Fifteen minutes later, she was screaming out Kyle's name as her first climax in over a year ripped through her body. "What am I going to do with you Mr. Miller?" She panted, as the fan swirled air over her naked sweaty body. Over the weekend, Marcella helped her son Elias, his wife Carrie and their daughter Bonny; move into her house. For the first time she didn't feel the cold loneliness as the noise of her family surrounded her.