We were back in the bar that evening, chatting, dancing, losing more of our inhibitions. Thomas and then Albert had their hands all over my ass when we danced. We were at our table when my phone rang. I was startled and didn’t move fast enough to stop Albert from pressing the button to accept the call. Who was calling at one in the morning? Was something wrong at home? The caller ID said “private caller.” He passed me the phone but whoever it was had already disconnected.
The phone rang once more. First, there was a moment of silence. Then someone started speaking excitedly in a foreign language, probably Chinese. “God-dammed robocall,” I said.
Albert may have been socially awkward, but he was very aware. He knew I was no longer in the mood for clubbing. “What do you want to do?”
I glanced at the bar, where Thomas was chatting up a cute waitress. That shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did. “Let’s go back to our room. I want to go to bed. Arnold or my kids might call early, and I can’t sound sleepy.”
Albert stood and offered me his hand. I gave him mine and he kissed my fingers. When I stood he kissed me. His focus made him a good kisser; I could feel his passion as his tongue caressed my lips. I kissed him back and we walked the hundred yards through the parking lot to our hotel, arms around each others’ waists
I was taking a quick shower when Albert walked into the bathroom. “Your phone rang again.” My second concern was that the shower stall was transparent. My first question was “who was it?” not “what are you doing in here while I’m taking a shower?”
” It was in Chinese, so I hung up. Private caller again. I’ll show you.”
And before I could say anything more, Albert opened the shower door and was facing my wet, naked body. His eyes massaged every inch of my skin. It made me jittery.
“Should I wash you?”
“You’ll get your clothes all wet.”
Albert immediately used the obvious solution, and we were soon together, running soapy hands over each other’s bodies. We were clamped in a naked embrace, our tongues firmly in each others’ mouths when Thomas walked into the bathroom. He immediately started undressing.
“Get out!”
Thomas hesitated.
“How do you expect Albert to be comfortable with a woman if you keep horning in!”
“Okay, sorry, sorry. I’ll wait in the sitting room.”
Albert gently took my wrist. “What do you mean ‘expect Albert to be comfortable?'”
“You know your father set us up, don’t you?”
Albert’s face sagged.
So did his dick. Now I was even more pissed at the father. I fondled Albert, wanting to get him hard. It was working, but not enough to satisfy the anger that now possessed me. What the hell was Thomas after? Was this whole thing for his son, or his sake? I was starting to have doubts.
The expression on Albert’s face was confusion. He too was mad at his father, but my fondling was starting to affect both of us. I went to my knees, the water streaming over my head as I took him in my mouth. It didn’t take long to get his dick fully hard, fully beautiful. I stood and steered it towards my vagina as I leaned back against the tile wall. He pushed into me, sheer ecstasy on his face. Sheer ecstasy and confusion on mine.
I thought his whole body was going to explode from joy when he came seconds after entering me; evidently, it was his first time. He bent his face down to mine and began to frantically kiss me, inserting his tongue into my mouth. I shuddered as I abruptly realized what I had done. Albert turned off the water, thinking I had orgasmed. He whispered that we should go to bed. We stepped naked out of the bathroom and walked past his father who was standing naked, masturbating into a towel. Albert stood in front of him, playing with my nipples, a look of triumph on his face. He stopped when he noticed the tears coming from my eyes.
Thomas noticed too, stood, and clapped his son on the shoulder. “Those are tears of joy.” He embraced me, squeezed my ass, and whispered “thanks” in my ear. I could feel his penis throbbing against my belly. I stepped back.
Thomas was wrong. I was not crying from joy. I let Albert lead me to our bed, and he was soon back in me. We fucked for a long time, his father beaming with joy as he watched Albert bring me to one climax after another. I did maintain some dignity though. I refused to fuck, suck or even touch Thomas. He didn’t seem to mind as he masturbated to his son’s sexual adventure with a married woman.
Eventually Albert and I fell asleep for the night, eventually we woke up, and immediately resumed our love-making. Thomas came in and sat on the mattress as I had one more orgasm. He stroked my leg, saying ‘it’s time we got back to work on the IPO. I was feeling mellow and allowed him to continue to stroke me, as his hand moved higher on my leg. I let him give me a full-body massage. Thomas was a master, and I orgasmed as he worked on my body. He kissed my breasts once more and whispered “thank you.” My phone rang as he did so.
I said “Another robocall” as Albert passed it to me. It wasn’t. It was my son, though his voice sounded a little mechanical, rehearsed.
I assured Kevin that I missed him, that I loved him, and that I would come into his room to kiss him goodnight when I got back home that evening. My pretend flight was due at ten p.m.
That killed the mood for any further hanky-panky. I gave Thomas’ dick a squeeze. I gave Albert’s dick a lingering, wet kiss. We got dressed, checked out of our rooms, and headed for the business center, finding an annoyed Candy waiting for us.
“You better wash your face a few times before you head back to your family,” she whispered to my ear.
As far as I could tell everything went smoothly at all the meetings over the next few weeks for First going public. I was a saleswoman, not a finance or investment expert. I went along with the professionals.
Thomas wanted another trip to New York. I knew what this implied, and this time made sure I was on the pill before our scheduled “departure.” I wouldn’t say my family was blasé about my travel plans, but they seemed to take it in stride. We had the same hotel suite as the last time, and we immediately resumed our previous activities. Thomas behaved himself, so the only limit I placed on him was entering any of my openings with his penis. Albert used all my openings. With his father’s goading, that included the one I didn’t let my husband visit.
We all showered and went to bed together, deciding to save our energy till after we got more work done on our IPO. The frenetic sexual activity had tired me out. All the cum I had in my body made my stomach queasy.
Candy met us in the morning, and we carefully reviewed the prospectus, promotion plans, the underwriting agreement, comparables… everything that was needed for a successful Initial Public Offering. Thomas and Candy were happy, so Albert and I were also satisfied.
At night it was back to the club. All that we had left was the paperwork for my part of it: my employment contract, stock options, investment… We would cover that the next day, and then have a few more days reserved for adventure.
We danced, drank, partied, smooched, left the club… We were intercepted in the parking lot.
I woke up to the sound of the front door being opened; my wife had returned. I nudged Caroline awake. She yawned, stretched her arms, then looked at her mother standing in the vestibule. I looked at my watch; it was three hours after she walked out on us, three hours after I asked her to stay. I looked at Sarah. Her makeup was perfect; nothing seemed untoward. She looked determined as she walked over to me and handed me a large envelope.
“Divorce petition?’ I asked. Her complexion suddenly changed, the fierceness in her eyes turned to fear.
“No, never!”
“Then…?”
“Read it!” The triumphant look returned, albeit a little shaken.
I opened it. Stock options, future value spreadsheets, an employment contract… There was no copy of the prospectus. I could have used that to explain my opinion. I was shocked by only one document: a receipt for the amount of money Sarah had invested. She must have cashed in everything she had. I prayed that she didn’t take anything from our joint assets.
I handed her back the envelope. “Worthless.”
Sarah lost it. She had sacrificed so much, risking her family’s love, devoting her heart to this project. Everything Sarah had done for herself, everything she thought she was doing for her family over the past months was unceremoniously labeled as trash.
She screamed, she cried, she cursed me. When Caroline responded to some of the vitriol directed at me, Sarah cursed her too. Kevin came downstairs, phone in hand. When Sarah paused for breath, Kevin pressed a button, playing the Chinese recording that he had used on the “robocalls.”
Sarah fainted, landing half on a couch, half on the floor.
“Kevin, that was cruel. I’m disappointed in you. Go get your mother a glass of water.”
“She deserved–”
“I don’t want to hear it now. Go!”
He came back in a couple of minutes. I directed him to Sarah. She opened her eyes as he raised her head and put the glass to her lips. Most of the water spilled onto her dress, but enough got into her mouth to get her coughing. She waved her son off, looked around at the family, and went downstairs.
Closing Time part 3
I cried myself to sleep, then I cried myself awake. Everything was turning to shit. Why couldn’t they understand I was doing it all for my family? Sure, there was the satisfaction of helping a young man with a personality disorder have a normal relationship with a woman…
Normal relationship? I was basically a whore, paid for with stock options. Albert needed a woman his age, one he could woo and win himself. I didn’t buy the thing about him having a personality disorder. With his father hovering over every aspect of his life, it was no surprise that he was extremely shy.
“Worthless?” I couldn’t buy that either. I had worked long and hard on the IPO. The Firstens had top-notch experts and advisors, led by Candy. Those options and my investment in First Pharmaceuticals would bring us a new, much better standard of living.