I was So Happy about My Promotion Ch. 01

I Was So Happy About My Promotion. Part one.

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Author's Note. This is kind of complex true story, I go back and forth in Ella's family life and bear with me I'm trying to set the table for what I think will be a wild ride. There will be elements of bigamy, interracial, loving wives, abuse, BDSM, betrayal and perfidy of the rankest order. I always try to let the story come from my characters and my memory of course. Cheers and be kind.

I was happy to go out with my husband to celebrate this was a big deal, we had offices in Washington D.C. as well as Seattle. I had been working with the firm and my boss James (Jimmy in his office), he has been in charge in Seattle for lobbying for city, county and state government for five years, but our office in K Street for U.S. Government Lobbying had been run by a fellow that had a heart attack and he retired. Jim got the job and will work out of the Seattle office and Washington as well. I went from Personal Assistant for five years to Administrative Officer. One hundred twenty five thousand dollars a year, paid housing in Washington, clothing allowance, car allowance (BMW).

I am Ella Syvruud. I am forty one years old, married to Erik Syvruud who is a corporate debt attorney for the top firm in Seattle, with offices in Sacramento, Portland and San Francisco. We have been married for eighteen years. We have a twenty one year old son Farley a twenty year old daughter Kelly and a nineteen year old daughter Estelle. They were all ours, and we thought the institution was meaningless, until Erik went to work for Kornfield and they required me to sign a post nuptial agreement and my mother had not talked to me in a year.

Justice of the peace quiet event, picnic with some friends, Erik's parents were invited. Mine were not. Erik's mom Heidi asked me to bring the kids over for lunch, Erik was fishing with his dad. My mom and dad were waiting. My dad was Irish (Dave Fitzgerald) and my mom was from Guatemala she was five foot tall forty one years old that day and one hundred and sixty five pounds. She delighted in flirting with men in front of her husband, men would hit on her in front of their family at Church. It was embarrassing, I felt bad for my dad.

When my kids were six, seven and eight my mom was arrested in a prostitution ring and she was forty six and pregnant and it was not dad's. My mom had a whole set of convictions under phony identification, showing her birth in El Paso, Texas which brought out three small class D felony convictions, which including a huge warrant for trying to escape serving a lifetime sentence due to the three strikes and a three strike you're out warrant, When she was arrested she had yet another set of identification for Guatemala, that seemed to be real and plane tickets to Guatemala City for her and her husband Jose Gonzales.

Bigamy. Her attorney called my father who did not take the call. In fact she was served in jail, with the documents signed the judge trying her for the prostitution, three strikes you're out beef. My dad also sued her for the bigamy beef, as it seems she had been married to the other guy before Dad.

Dad was a commercial fisherman, mostly long trolls off the opening of the Columbia near Ilwaco, Washington and with the divorce he was able to find a license in Alaska and settled there in a small town of Homer.

I caught Erik looking at me doing the side-eye to see if he could discern I was a hooker or escort or cheating on me. We finally had a huge blowout fight and the gist of it was why didn't I know, or of course, I knew and he moved out. After a couple of weeks we met at church and agreed for counseling. Basically, he was scared to death, that was going to lose me, likewise for me. We made up and reaffirmed our love. For me the absence of both my mom and dad was hard.

My mom ended up in a women's prison in Purdy, Washington. She got a lifetime sentence, plus the bigamy sentence on a consecutive sentences, five years for bigamy. She got access to a prison email address and sent me this bizarre note saying that Dad knew about it the whole time and that they had a marriage of convenience. I called my dad and said that I should get a paternity test as should my older brothers, Gunnar and Einer. I had an old hairbrush of his and I called my brothers and said what I needed.

It took several weeks. My brothers and I were Dave's kids. I was worried sick, what if I had been fucking Jose's daughter, there'd have been no living with Erik. I responded to my sleaze bag whore of a mother and said that all of us were Dave's kids.

I said that she was a lying cunt (I actually said that) and that I prayed to God that she became some four hundred pound black woman's bitch and died of AIDS. Erik was taking me to El Gaucho's in Bell Town West of downtown Seattle and south from Queen Anne Hill, which is where we lived, mostly in an empty home excepting our youngest Estelle who was queer and a near genius in math at Seattle University and was going to stay there to do grad studies.in risk analysis and computer sciences, which sounded like Swahili to me

On Erik's arms wearing a size ten little white dress, which was at least one size too small. Erik said I a master's degree in jiggle with my big fat ass and my double F-Cups, banging into each other and threatening to escape. I WAS forty one and there were stretch marks on the top of my tits, due to their sagging, I had bologna shaped areola and very long thick nipples.

My heritage gave me almond skin tone, but I also had freckles across my face and tits. Erik preferred me to not shave my cunt so I had dark red hair, thick around my cunt and line of hair going from just above my clitoral hood to my belly button. I also had hair on my butt cleavage.

I was five foot two and dark red hair and I ascribed to the theory of slut ware kept my man in line. Extra long nails, plum red polish and matching lipstick, I had a deep philtrum connecting my lips to my nose, that seemed to pull my lips into this cock sucking pout, Erik said I had dick sucking lips, I could suck him off in under five minutes.

I was also wearing open toed red pumps with a four inch heel. On Erik's arms I strode over the line bisecting my cunt, swinging my shoulders, which caused my tits to bang into each other and my fat thighs and ass be a symphony of jiggle.

I danced with men at Erik's holiday parties, they were Jewish mostly, while his boss called me incessantly to set up a fuck. When I danced with him his very nice cock would rub me. I enjoyed the risqué portion of these older men touching my ass rubbing their dick against me, every so often at a party jerking a man off through his pants leg, quite a few actually, but never actually fucking them or a blow job. I told Erik about his boss Monday evening last and his reaction surprised me. He said if I was comfortable with it, it would be good for his career.

I was stunned to say the least. I only occasionally smoked, but I kept some in a bureau drawer by the love seat by the fireplace. After his stance on my mother and being afraid to lose me, that fear was gone, his boss professed love and a quick divorce from our spouses. I had not jerked him off.

I lit the cigarette and taking a deep drag then I leaned back and blew smoke to the ceiling and one more drag and I let the smoke come out my nose. I dropped the cigarette burning on the marble in front of the fireplace and stomped it out. Without looking at Erik or saying anything I quietly left the room and went upstairs to Kate's room and locked the bolt and took a shower and laid down and slept fitfully.

I called a law firm Foster Inc. and asked if I might speak to someone in their family law group and that is how I met Jimmy, he had interned and studied for the bar a big firm in Seattle that did divorce and family law, he was doing lobbying work, but also the occasional divorce.

He was tall, with dark eyes and he was of Greek heritage. We talked, over a coffee service, I told him everything, from my mom to the lurid dancing and Erik's radical change.

He asked if I had a copy of the post nuptial agreement? I shrugged. He asked me if I had talked to our kids. I shook my head no.

Then the first question that stumped me, "Are you aware of the very public affair he's been carrying on?"

I stared at him and my mouth must have dropped open. Then I shook my head slowly no, my bottom lip starting to quiver and my face was flush and I said, "You're sure?"

Erik was Jewish, I was Catholic, he never mentioned it. "Are you sure?"

He nodded and said, "I've seen them at BAR Association events, she's the daughter of the Rabbi at Temple de Hirsch Sinai on East Madison by Seattle University."

Oh God, did Estelle know? Did the other kids know?

He said, "There's more. They have two kids and a nice home in Seward Park. Two sons that Attend Lakeside the private high school."

I stood up holding my mouth and he had a private restroom and guided me to it where I threw up everything I'd eaten in the last week. I wiped my face off, there was some mouthwash and I rinsed thoroughly.

"He was fucking this woman while he was worried I was like my mom."

He said, "It's worse, her marriage predates yours, but he's still bigamist, the penalty is five years, but certainly would be disbarment. The post nuptial says if infidelity occurs then you get $50,000. Period. Since the first marriage predates yours he's not cheating on you so he's not in violation, but that's kind of gray.

"What if just get pictures of them fucking and with kids and attack him with the divorce and citing infidelity and with pictures and videos. If he says I was married to the bitch first, except headlines, disbarment for bigamy. I want the house, alimony, her house, part of the value of the partnership.

He said, "It could work. Don't fuck his boss, in fact you're now a nun."

I said, "Please put your thinking cap on, if he was already married to Jew bitch and HE'S Jewish why marry me, why the elaborate perfidy and betrayal? He so coldly has done this to me from the beginning. He never loved me, ever. What do I have that he wants? I'm nothing. I have nothing."

"Can you pop out a separation and a restraining order asserting physical abuse and coercion?"

Jimmy was angry, very angry, "How did he abuse you?"

Truthfully I said, "Belts, riding crops, paddles, nipple clips, ball and gag, bondage, other men would beat me."

He said, "Do you have pictures or videos?"

I dropped my head and nodded yes and wept. He came over and put his hand on my shoulder. I looked down and I could see the biggest cock I'd ever seen twitching in his pant leg.

I pretended to reach to hug him and my hand rested on that huge fucking dick. I could hear his breath, my heart was thumping in my ears. I slowly moved my long red nails all the way to where the obviously uncut head was, then back up towards his balls and opened my mouth and laid my lips on either side by the huge fucking head. Jimmy groaned and said, "I need you so bad baby!"

I stood up and bent over his desk and said, "Take me darling, " he pushed my skirt up above my hips and I felt him rubbing that dick up and down my leaking slit, then slowly, pushed that wondrous dick in me, felt as if when Erik put his nice seven inches in me when I was a virgin, except my Jimmy was so much thicker and a whole

lot longer and he was deep in my womb, I'm on the pill, but it's not perfect. I really did want a child with him.

I passed out ultimately. Jimmy had picked me up and laid me down on the settee in his office. There was a blanket over me as I became aware of him talking, on the phone I hoped. I padded over to him and grabbed the arm rest and turned the chair away from the desk and made my big fast jiggly ass on my man's lap.

I ran my bigger nails around his face, lightly flicking at my lips and said, "Honey, fuck him over as bad as you might. I will never ever fuck him again, I mean you remember Bette Midler saying, Needle-dick the bug fucker in the Wives club or something. He could fuck the shit out of me and all that I'd feel would be his hips spanking me."

I reached down with my two fingers into my totally sloppy cunt and pulled out a lot of slimy semen and brought it to my nose, then stuck the tip of my tongue out to touch it and gave him my best smile and said, "Baby you're slimy semen mixed with my cunt juice is divine, "locking eyes with him I opened my mouth and stuck my jizz covered fingers in my mouth closed him lips as if I was felating my fingers.

"Honey I need your advice, please help me?"

He raised his eyebrows?

I did my best ditzy blonde impersonation and said, "Between your pint of jizz in my now big sloppy cunt, thanks to you Mister Biggest Dick in the world mixed with my half gallon or so cunt juice, I need to eat my self out," turning very serious, "Jimmy I am falling very fast for you, if you're about to get married or love a girlfriend, I will walk away. Jesus wept," and I buried my face on his shirt and cried like never before, I felt so overwhelmed.

End of part one I was so happy about my promotion.

Coming soon Rat Fuck the rat fuckers, I was so happy etc. part two