Richard s Little Problem
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"You do have a choice Richard. You don't have to do it, but life will be so much easier for you if you do. If you do it nothing changes except that you will never sleep in my bed again. Although I'm going to be taking on the role of CEO you will still be president of the company, you will still have your country club membership and you can even keep your bimbo. If you don't do it you are out of a job, homeless, probably not able to buy your little blond slut a cup of coffee and the only way you will be able to go to the country club is get a job there. So Richard, your choice; turn and head for the door or get down on your knees and crawl over here and suck on my freshly fucked, cum filled pussy."
There was never any doubt in my mind what his choice would be. My Richard was nothing if not avaricious. He would crawl, he would grovel, and he would do whatever he had to do to stay close enough to me to be able to try and work his way back into my good graces. He would figure that since I had not thrown his ass out there would still be a chance. Not possible of course, but he did not know that. To him this was just another pothole on the road of life and he would use his charm and good looks to survive. He had done it before so he just knew he could do it again.
What he didn't know was that this time I had hired a private detective and I had audio tape and video tape and I had not liked what I'd heard on the audio and seen on the video, not one little bit! The question that could be asked was why was I willing to keep Richard around at all after what he had done. The simple answer was punishment and revenge. Sooner or later my demands would be so severe that he would walk out on me. The key was to not push him too far, too fast. What good is revenge if it is over too quickly?
Life was good for Richard until he fucked it all up by thinking that he was smarter than everyone else. Richard came to work for my father right out of high school. He was fairly bright, a hard worker and he had ambition. He worked full time during the day and attended evening classes at the local college. It took him nine years to get his degree in Business Management. For some reason my father took a liking to Richard; perhaps he saw him as the son he never had. Richard rose through the company and he was a general manager in line for a VP spot when I came home.
I'd gone to college back east and I rarely came home except at the Thanksgiving/Christmas break and when I was home I never went to the company offices. I couldn't stand the place. It had robbed me of my childhood and it had destroyed my mother. My father invested his every waking moment in the business and his lack of attention for anything else had driven my mother to drink, which in turn led her to an early grave. It made me pick a college as far away from home as I could get and to keep from going home when I graduated I joined the Peace Corp and spent two years in Sierra Leone. When I came home I put myself in a Masters Program and I might have gone for a second degree, a second masters or even have gone for a PHD had not my mother died forcing me to go home.
Following the funeral my father had a little get together at the house for family and friends and it was there that I met Richard. He was good looking, charming and witty and he had a twinkle in his eye that intrigued me. He asked me if he could call on me and I said yes and things just went from there. We dated for about two months and one night, tired of waiting for him to make the first move, I leaned over and reached for his zipper.
"Unless you push me away I'm going to suck your cock. After that it can be the back seat, a motel or your place, but it is time to shit or get off the pot."
It turned out that he had been leery of trying to start anything because he was afraid he would be accused of going after the bosses daughter just so he could get ahead in the company.
"Bullshit!" I told him. "Dad says that you are going to be the next vice president and you did that on your own long before I even got here."
Once that was out of the way we didn't leave his apartment for three days and I found out that along with his other qualities he was a tiger in bed. Three months later he asked me to marry him and I said that I would like to, "But first you need to know the truth about me."
"The truth about you?"
I explained to him how I felt about my father and his all-consuming company and how much I had come to hate the place.
"One of the things I did to put distance between my father and me was to become his complete opposite. Where he is staunchly conservative I became a flaming liberal. Where he is a closet bigot I became a very visible integrationist. To piss my father off I even had love affairs with black men, Asians, Latinos and even an Arab or two. Still with me?"
Richard nodded a yes and I went on.
"I did it more to piss my father off than because I had any great love for minorities or the downtrodden, but somewhere along the way I developed a liking for black men. And no, before you ask, it didn't have anything to do with cock size. I don't really know what it was, the musky smell of them, the arrogance that being with a white brought out, I don't know. I just know that I liked it. The two years I spent in Sierra Leone all my lovers were black and there were several of them. The reason I'm telling you this is that eventually you will hear about it from someone and I don't want it to come as a shock to your system."
Of course I didn't tell him the whole truth. I didn't mention the occasional threesome or the one foursome, but he didn't need to know that much. I'd told him enough to give him an out if he wanted to take it.
"So, do you still want to marry me?"
He did and I said yes.
Five years after Richard and I were married my father died in a plane crash and I suddenly had a large corporation to run except that I didn't want to. Richard was the Executive Vice President by then so the natural thing for me to do was make him President and CEO of the company. In retrospect it was not the smartest thing that I could have done.
Because we were a corporation we had to comply with all sorts of rules and regulations and one of those was that we had to have a board of directors. My father had been the President, Chief Executive Officer and Chairman of the Board and two of the other directors had been on the plane when it went down so we had to completely reorganize. The corporation was family held and I was the largest stockholder with thirty percent of the voting stock. My father had given Richard a block of voting stock in the amount of twenty-five percent so between the two of us we controlled the company and I was made Chairman of the Board.
Things went along fine for the next five years and then another company made overtures to buy us out. Richard was all for it and I found out later that the other company had offered him some strong incentives to help them swing the deal. Those incentives would put him in a position where he could have been 'independent' of his 'rich wife'.
Richard pushed for the deal and knowing the way I had always felt about the company he thought it would be a done deal. And I suppose it should have been, but all of a sudden I didn't want to give up the company. God knows it had poisoned the relationship between my father and me and it was the indirect cause of my mother's death, but I started to see it as the last remaining tie I had to my father. In his own way he had loved me and I him and so I told Richard that we were not going to sell the company and I thought that was the end of it.
But it wasn't.
Without telling me Richard went to work on the aunts, uncles and cousins who held the remaining voting stock and convinced them that the sale would be to there benefit. Once that was done he came to me and said that he had their proxies which gave him enough votes to force the sale over my objections. He said he was going to call a stockholder's meeting, present XYZ's offer and get stockholder approval.
Basically he was saying, "fuck you" and that pretty much meant that our marriage was over. I began to wonder what else my loving husband might be doing behind my back and I hired a firm of private investigators and turned them loose. Two weeks later I got their report and found out about the private meetings that Richard had been having with the people from XYZ and I also found out about the mistress that he had been keeping in an apartment in the city. Another two weeks and I had all the audio and video that I needed to cut Richard off at the knees.
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