For The Business
My husband and I have had this business for over 15 years here in South Florida. We were living in a camper when we started it because we put everything we had in to it. 10 years ago, some of our buildings needed very expensive repairs and we had no way to pay for it all, so we took on a partner, Pat, at 40% of the business. It wasn’t enough money though, so we had to negotiate for a line of credit as well. Without getting too far in to the contracts, he had final say on major decisions. This was so we couldn’t sell out the business without him recouping his investment and making it worth his while. We created a board with 3 seats, he got 2, (I gave up mine), and my husband kept one.
Everything was good for the first couple of years, but then when times got tough, my husband and I started pouring our sweat and labor in to the business, so that he could collect his regular payments. We had very different ideas on how to run the business and found ourselves arguing a lot. Most of the disputes were between he and my husband because they were officially on the board.
The business has really taken off since the pandemic and 4 extremely large competitors have come in to the market. They own, manage, or do joint ventures with businesses like ours. We wanted to strike a management deal, which would have only cost as little as 4%. But Pat wouldn’t do it. When the company found out that Pat had two chairs though, they offered him 60% of the business value, instead of the 40% he owns, for his share and repayment of the remainder of loans he had made to the business. That was an offer well over what we could come up with.
Pat disclosed that he would be selling his shares and my husband and I knew it was just a matter of time before we would be pushed out. These companies have other locations in the area and all they would have to do is run this down until we couldn’t afford to hold on any longer. We tried to negotiate with Pat again but he wouldn’t budge and he and my husband had a big blow up.
My husband and I discussed it and knew that this could be the difference between semi-retirement for us or losing it all and having to start over. Pat had always liked me, even though I wasn’t necessarily always too nice to him. There was always an unwelcome hand on my back or awkward hug and accidental hand on my ass. My husband suggested that maybe he would talk to me. I said he would want more than that and asked what my husband was willing to do or have me do. He said he didn’t want me to do anything I’m not comfortable with. We both decided that we couldn’t lose the business.
In February we asked Pat if he was willing to talk with just me. He agreed. We met at the office and he was not going to budge. I asked him what it would take. He said unless we can offer him more money, there really isn’t anything. I stood up and walked over to him and asked if he was sure. He was sitting down and I was standing pressed against him. He didn’t miss a beat. His hands went right up and down the back of my legs. I was wearing a skirt and he went right under my skirt. I asked if he was willing to make a deal. He said he was willing to consider it.
I let him pull my skirt down as he stood up and began kissing me. He undressed me completely except for my stockings and my high heels. He pushed me down on to my knees. I really didn’t want to give him a blowjob, but that that maybe I wouldn’t have to fuck him. Don’t get me wrong. In other circumstances, Pat would be an attractive man. He is actually two years younger than me, fit and made his money selling a tech company in his 20’s that he started when he was teenager. He never worked a regular job his entire life and is used to having nice things snd getting what he wants. He undid his pants and and let them fall to the floor with his underwear. Prepared, I tried to pull a condom out of my purse. He said no condom. I gave him oral sex hoping he would climax quickly. He didn’t though. It lasted a long time before he stopped me and made me stand back up. He had me lay back on the desk and put his face between my legs. I let him give me oral sex, I felt like I was betraying my husband because I had an orgasm. When he finished and stood up, I asked him again to use a condom but he said no and I decided it was not worth risking everything and I let him fuck me on the desk. He is tall and it became uncomfortable for him, so he had me stand up and bend over the desk so that he could fuck me from behind. I asked him not to cum in me, but he fucked me so long and that I was sore. I came two more times and after more than an hour of being bent over I just begged him to cum. It was actually a relief when I felt him start to cum and he collapsed on top of me. I tried to get dressed but he I dusted on keeping my underwear. I asked him to sit down immediately and let’s work out an agreement, but he said we could talk on Friday.
Friday came and he said he couldn’t meet with me, I tried getting a hold of him Saturday and then Sunday and finally Monday he answered my call. He told me I could come to his house if I wanted to talk. When I got there, he insisted that we have a drink. I knew where this was going. I decided to address the situation head on. I said, I fucked you, what more do you want from me. He was quick to answer again. A blowjob and money would be nice. I asked him if I blew him if we could talk. He said definitely and he pulled his shorts off. I went straight for his crotch, but he stopped me. He led me in to his bedroom had me strip for him and then instructed me on how to please him. He wanted me to kiss all over his body. Then play with his testicles for a while. I have never made a habit of letting ment cum in my mouth, but he insisted that I swallow his cum. I did as he asked. I got up to get dressed, but he told me to leave my clothes on the floor. We went out on the patio and he was dressed and I was nude, but he was starting to negotiate with me. We came to the understanding that we may be able to devise a payment plan. Again he said he would meet with me later in the week.
The next time we met was on his boat. I’m guessing it is 40 ft or so and it is loaded with all the gadgets. I knew that we would be fucking again. We cruised out of the marina and he said since I didn’t bring a bathing suit, he ordered me to get undressed. It is South Florida, so there are always a lot of boats on the water. Nude people aren’t an anomaly but it’s not private. I said excuse me? He asked if I wanted to do this or should we just go back? I took my clothes off and sunk down in my seat. We rode for an hour or so before we came to a sand bar at which point he asked me to climb out. There were other people there some nude some dressed. Still I felt terribly embarrassed. I climbed in the water with him and behind the boat, he embraced me and began kissing and fingering me. He had a bathing suit on, but he pulled them down and fucked me in the water. It was quickie and he came in me again. He led me up on to the shore where everyone knew that we had just fucked in the water. No one cared but I was embarrassed anyway and we walked the sand talking business. I swear he did this to ..(continue confession)
