my life should be a reality show
Prologue
After 2 kids, a house in the suburbs and 12 years, my wife had enough and wanted a divorce. Neither of us were happy, but tried to stay together for the sake of the children, Phillip, Jr. was 10 and Marissa was 8. We remained friends and I move into a 2 bedroom across town. the distance wasn't bad, considering the situation. There were several reasons for the breakup. I was a womanizer, she was as cold as an icicle. I wanted to enjoy life, while she wanted to live it. I worked out everyday before heading to my law firm, while she maintain the house and took care of rearing the children. We had it all but I couldn't stand the once a week sex life and that started my philandering. I felt guilty the first three times but I was still rejected from my wife and felt less so. I tried to remain faithful but she wouldn't budge. It became a chore that neither one of us no longer enjoyed.
Fast forward, six months. Although I miss the family life, I am enjoying my freedom. Monday through Thursday was my time with every weekend having the kids stay with me. I was getting sex as often as I wanted with three different ladies, all of whom knew about the others. When I was with the kids though, the ladies understood to keep away from my family time with them. My life was good until one Sunday night. A thunderstorm knocked out the power to the house and my wife begged me to stay with her and the kids. I had a date, but had to cancel because I wasn't going to leave her like that. We settled the kids in their beds and returned to the living room. As Kathy prepared a gin and tonic for me, a lightening crack nearby. She ran from the bar and into my arms like a frightened little girl. There we were in a candlelit room, in each other's arms. one thing lead to another and soon we were writhing on the floor. The ugly storm outside awakened passion long since lost. If only I knew about the storm on the horizon.
1st high, then low
I was driving back to my place early Monday morning to shower and change before work. My cell phone rang, checking the id, I sighed as I answered.
"Hello Bethany." I answered deadpan.
Bethany was one of the women I was seeing. She shared a lot of the same ambitions I did, but also had an insatiable appetite for sex. She could never get enough until I couldn't get it up or too exhausted to continue. She was a lawyer also with another firm. We met in court and started dating after the trial had ended.
"Hello Phillip." she answered in the same deadpan voice.
"What's up?
"I I -I am upset. I really needed to see you last night."
"I know sweety, but I told you my kids always come first and the storm last night really scared them."
Then the four words no man wants to hear came next.
"We need to talk."
"How about dinner at Aldelphia's at 6, followed by dessert at my place at 9?"
"You're not listening Phillip, we need to really talk."
"I don't understand? I am confused."
Then the second scariest thing a man wants to hear.
"I am late. I took a home pregnancy test and it came up positive. I have an appointment this afternoon."
Shocked and scared, I didn't know what to say. I certainly didn't want children with an acquaintance. I wasn't even divorced yet. My mind had a thousand thoughts and my heart was about to explode out of my chest.
"I guess we do need to talk. We will discuss this over dinner tonight."
"Fine Phillip. I know we weren't planning anything like this but I am not getting any younger and I want to have a family. "
"Bethany calm down. I just need a few moments to wrap my head around this. Just relax and give me till tonight to think this through."
"Fine, Phillip!! You mull over your options, while I decide mine." Click.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling I found myself numb, exhausted and more confused than ever. I had sex last night with my soon to be ex-wife. A truly wonderful evening of pleasure, like when we first started dating. I was on cloud nine driving home until Bethany called me with the news she was pregnant. I was at my wits end as I opened the door to my apartment. What the hell was I going to do?
I shaved, showered and dressed for work in a haze. I didn't want to go to work, but I had court in the morning and a meeting with the partners in the afternoon. I don't remember leaving home, nor do I remember what happened in court, but congratulations greeted me when I entered my firm. I cautiously smiled as I made way to my office. I closed the door and sank in my executive leather chair.
I stared out the window at the Philadelphia skyline. There was a chance I could get back with my wife. There was a chance I was going to be partner. There was a chance that my lover was going to have my baby. There was a chance I might jump into the window and fly to the cement on Arch street. All these chances but no opportunity.
masked excitement
I meet with the partners. It went well. It seems that my latest victory in court was enough to help the partners to decide my fate. I would be introduced at next month's board meeting as a partner. my salary would rise as well as my statue in the profession. I was going to get a perk of a new car, and a down payment for a house. The partners didn't want me living in an apartment. I tried to argue, but they said that a person with my clout and position should maintain a home not a bachelor pad. I was appalled that they said that. I knew my ways were going to bite me in my ass some day. I was wondering if it was Alice in bookkeeping or Marsha the courier who blabbed my business to within earshot of a partner. I nodded my head as I rose to shake the other partners hands. Crystal Jenkins, the only female partner, held my hand longer than necessary and I witnessed a quick wink when I looked into her eyes. Still stunned, I quickly walked to my office. I sat down, took a big exhale. I reached in my credenza and pulled out a bottle of Kettle One Vodka that I kept there for emergencies such as the one I was having today. I asked my secretary to bring me some ice from the kitchen. She walked into my office while I was again staring at the skyline. I heard the door close and the lock secured. She was sauntering towards me, seductively and determined. She was wearing a skirt suit complete with stockings. The blouse did little to hide the enormous breasts she had. She placed the glass on the desk and sat on my desk.
"Will that be all, Mr. Gorham?", she said sexily.
I didn't answer. I slide my chair till I was in front of her. I placed my hands on her thighs, slowly reaching up. As I did this, she wiggled her butt to have the skirt move with my rising hands. I found the cords to her g-string and pulled them down her shapely legs. I smelled the crotch and took in her heavenly scent. With her skirt nearly pushed all the way up, I reached for again. This time I kissed her right thigh. then a nibble. I looked up to see her eyes closed lost in the feeling. I kissed her left thigh, followed by a nibble. I kept going back and forth from leg to leg until I reached her core. With the same soft kiss and gentle nibble, she gasped as her center turned to liquid lava and flowed on my tongue. I continued my assault on her, until she muffled a scream and held my head in place with one hand, while clutching a breast in the other, as she frantically humped my face. I pulled away from her. My face was covered with her juices. She sighed as she step down from my desk. When she bent over to retrieve her thong, I playfully smacked her bottom. She smiled at me, as she walked back to her desk.
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