Good News Kids Mommy Got a Job P.1

Good News Kids Mommy Got a Job Part 1

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Author's Notes: This story belongs to me, and has only been published on this site with my permission. I do not give permission for its sampling, copying or otherwise publishing it elsewhere without my expressed written permission. There is no under aged sex, real or implied. Thanks to the help by Leon Leroux, made it better.

This story truly is a romance with a couple of kinks in the road.

I'm new to talking about my life to other people, but Amy, my new wife encouraged me to write this, because folks would love my story, our story really. I'm so in love with her. I'm Sara Ikeda (maiden name) I have three kids, and I'm pregnant, but I'll save that for a little bit. Is that what they call a teaser? Sorry, I hope that made you laugh, I can't hear you laugh though.

Anyhow, I'm sort of nervous. I'm thirty-seven, and this all started about five years ago, give or take a couple of weeks.

We, my three kids and I, had moved home when my hubby Teddy, got deployed on the USS Wasp LHD-1. It's sort of like an Aircraft Carrier, but for short take off planes and helicopters. The Harrier, and MV-2 Osprey, and the F-35B Lightning, and of the venerable UH-1Y, which used to be the Huey, now known as the Venom.

My mom had a huge old home overlooking South Lake Washington. It had been in our family, going back into the early 1900s. It was on the side of the hill, and had been what they used to call a "truck farm". Vegetables, berries and fruit would be harvested and driven, to this public market in downtown Seattle called, the Pike Place market, with vendors, with low stalls and high stalls.

The land is terraced, since it sits on a steep incline. If that doesn't give you a clue, my grandparents were Nisei, or second born of Japanese immigrants. My mom and dad are described as Sansei, or third generation, and I'm Yonsei, or fourth generation of Japanese heritage.

Teddy is a white boy, with a big dick, and he's got a hodge podge of ethnicities including Irish, Scandinavian, Czech, Finnish (technically not Scandinavian since their language is closer to Sanskrit).

Speaking of weirdness Laplanders, or Sami, who live across the top of the European continent. Teddy has some of that too.

We were watching this National Geographic show on PBS, and they all had platinum hair, very high cheekbones, and thin almond shape eyes. We loved those shows, and we watched another wonderful show about the Ainu people, of Hokkaido, the northern Island of Japan, not to forget Sakhalin Island, and the Kuril Islands.

Teddy blurted that the Sami people look like albino Ainu people, and he was right.

Our kids are half Teddy's hodge podge, and my own hodge podge. The lady on the show looks like my mom's long lost twin.

Mom works from home, and I brought my lap top over, to have lunch with my kids and mom. Their names are Jensen, Sally and Bev all beautiful girls. I showed Mom the PBS stuff on the Ainu and Sami shows, and she was really interested in the Sami stuff.

She said, "my name is Aina, which is Ainu. If you look at your birth certificate your first name is Saru, which is Ainu. Your nickname is Sara.

Okay, so fast forward, we are living in Mom's farm house, and Teddy had been gone now for six months. Essentially money was fine, my kids were late elementary through eighth grade school. Daddy had passed due to a car wreck.

I applied for this job at Stoel Rives, a huge law firm in Seattle, interviewed with three groups of people in one day, and lastly with the partner, who is this tall, stunning Hispanic woman.

She said, "My parents immigrated from Peru, and my mom is native, Incan and Spanish, and my father is Japanese. There are tons of sashimi bars in Lima, and traditional food sukiyaki for example. Sushi started in the '90s, and in the international hotels there are restaurants that have it. By the way my name is Amy Martinez."

She went on, "So would you like to be my personal assistant? Long hours, some travel to Eastern Washington, we have an office in Yakima and I'm of counsel in firms in Spokane, and Boise, Idaho, here's your package," she slid me this 8 1/2 by 11 inch folded paper, and I looked at it.

Eighty thousand dollars per year, with guaranteed ten thousand dollar raises, per year for five years, full medical, which meant I could dump Tri-Care, the horrific coverage for military families. Three weeks' vacation, personal day off with pay once a month, parking pass, Washington Athletic Club (WAC), and sponsored membership, my heart was pounding.

I said, carefully refolding the paper and smoothing out the crease on the table,

"When do I start?"

She leaned forward and said, "You are so Japanese," which caused me to giggle.

Work started in a week. I had to iron out after school pickups, soccer practice, and stay overs with mom and some other moms. Which came together, and I started on Wednesday.

It took me a week and a few days (to the flow,) and the rhythm of her work days, and how I got stuff done for her, I managed three paralegals, who in turn each had two clerk typists. Two of the paralegals worked their ass off, the third did not, but did really good work effortlessly. She was married, and took long lunches. I was up in the senior partner level, it was almost eight at night, and saw her coming out of the managing partners' office, fixing her bra straps. She saw me and smirked as she passed me by.

Amy was still in her office, waiting for me to bring up some briefs on the case out of the Yakima office, and another here in Seattle. Her practice had to do with corporate debt and bankruptcy, she had done stuff during the mess in the great recession, which involved home foreclosures, but usually the homes were collateral debt, on some business mess.

I answered all of her detailed questions, when she said, "Next Wednesday morning, park your car at the WAC at 5:45, we're going to Yakima. Two days, back Thursday night late. Business casual, one nice outfit for some client dinners, okay."

I nodded yes, but did not move. She did not expect that and looked up, curiosity sketched across her face, she said, "What?"

"I'm not sure what to do with this, but on my way up here I saw Tina come out of the office of the managing director, fixing her bra straps with a well fucked look, what's going on?" I asked.

"Well it's complicated. She's married, John Lashley the managing partner is married, her husband Steve Bender, is a partner in the Portland office. John has given her three kids, and she lives with John, and his wife Camryn, technically not polyamory.

She totally cuckolded her husband, thinking he'd get off on it. He tried to commit suicide, but was found by his brother and got his stomach pumped, from the barbiturates."

"She tried to reconcile with Steve, but she was very pregnant, and she was still fucking John, while she was trying to reconcile. Her idea was that Steve could be the beta male, and enjoy watching her and John's wife, get fucked by John. She did not know Steve, nor his brother or dad, for that matter and they sued the firm for everything, except the desks. Steve got a guaranteed $200,000 raise, and a secured contract for ten years. Secured by an annuity."

"That's totally fucked." I said.

She said, "Yep."

I said, "she is bad for morale, the other two hate her guts."

She said, "Let me think about it."

The trip across the Snoqualmie pass, the following week in her 2005 Maserati Cambiocorsa, was fun, there was still some ice and loose snow on the ride, and it's very steep up, and down. Her tires broke loose twice, which caused me to suck in air both times. The second time, her long beautiful fingers took my hand. Her palm was over the back of mine, and my heart started pounding.

"It's okay, I got you." She said.

I started talking about my kids, at a mile a minute, she still had my hand, "Jensen will announce to me she is going to do something, and then worry herself sick waiting for my approval, Sally wants to be in trouble and get caught. Bev is more calculating, she does stuff, but only if there was a ninety percent chance of not getting caught.

The last two are thirteen months apart, and look like twins, but are terrorists. When they were eleven, and twelve they stole my edibles and got a carton of pistachio mint ice cream, out of the freezer. They ate the whole carton of ice cream, and another of French Vanilla ice cream, upstairs in their room watching Hallmark Christmas movies in July, weeping and screaming with joy.

I was downstairs with Mom playing Yahtzee, when the screaming started. I ran up the stairs as if I was doing the hundred meter hurdles, and the door was ajar, when I came in and looked at the wide screen on the wall, I saw the Christmas movie, the wedding planner fell in love with the brother, of the guy getting married, Sally and Bev were bawling out of happiness. There, on the floor, I saw the empty box of edibles and ice cream, 'all' empty.

"You're so grounded no TV, give me your phones, now damnit. I said. Sally stuck her chin out at me and Bev was smirking just like Tina. "I wanted to slap her."

"You must be lonely, "she said quietly, squeezing my hand.

I sighed and I stared over at her.

"I am very lonely; Teddy's been gone six, out of the last seven years. He emails and every so often face times us. This was Teddy's second deployment in the last eight years, and he wasn't allowed to tell me where they were. Google knew though, so I follow him that way, and they've been in and around the Persian Gulf, and now seemed to be off the coast of Kenya."

"We have not face timed in months, I'm not sure why."

She still had my hand, she was so warm. My, my fucking panties were moist, the thought of her kissing me seemed incredible. I whispered, "Please pull over. I want to kiss you."

She took me, not roughly, but definitely, I was hers. Even in Japan, people were truly sensuous and cheated. In pre-World War II, urban homes were made of shared walls, that allowed the sounds of sex to be heard, but the next day people would pretend they didn't hear, whole lots of incest, at least on the daddy daughter stuff.

I had no hint she had a girl-dick, before that night. When we got to the room, she left a message in the Yakima office, that she was sick, and for two days and the first night destroyed my cunny, she was tall of course, but so much bigger than Teddy, thicker and half again as long.

I felt like a newlywed. She taught me to eat her ass. Teddy had never gone down on me, I made love to her nutsack, while I pulled on her dick. She told me she ate apples and honey on her toast, so her cum was sweet.

The first time she took my anal virginity, I was on my hands and knees. She had this goop, that she put in my ass with one finger, and then in ten minutes her whole hand was in my ass. She pinched my nipple, and I came really hard, I was still shuddering when that big, long fuck stick was in me before I knew it, talk about feeling like a stuffed turkey, my goodness. She reached around, and diddled with my clit, she told me to pinch my nipples.

It felt so incredible to let her take over, and tell me what to do. I started cumming and it was just one long incredible orgasm.

I heard my phone ping, but was unable to do anything about it, as she pounded me just about through the mattress. I was flat on my tummy with my legs splayed out, drool coming out the corner of my mouth, when she stuck her fingers in my cunt, then pulled them out immediately, they were knuckle deep in my ass, as she banged my pussy, and I shrieked in ecstasy causing her to nut in my cunt.

She had collapsed on top of me, her dick still deep in my cunt, and hard. Her lips were softly nibbling on my ear, and I quietly said, "I love you Amy Martinez. I have no idea where this is going, I can't imagine ever being without you. I've never, ever loved someone like I love you. You complete me, you make me feel safe in your arms. I think Teddy is cheating on me, and has been for a long, long time. I still love him, but there's so much anguish and pain, when I think of him. You don't have to say anything, but know this, by Christmas time I will make you love me, I will be a good wife for you, honey you watch and see."

I turned to look at her, and we kissed tenderly. Amy said, "When I saw you Saru, I said to myself, where have you been all my life? You don't have to make me love you, honey, I'm yours as long as I breath."

I slithered out from underneath her. Her dick, hard as a rock, popped out of my pussy.

I grabbed my phone and looked at the text. It was from Jensen, it said please call mom, emergency.

I called out on a landline, and my mom answered and said, "Oh Saru, I'm so sorry."

I screamed in response, "What the fuck are you sorry about, tell me now, damn it," I was scared shitless about my kids, I had never, ever yelled at mom.

"Saru, Teddy has filed for divorce. It said service to the household permissible."

"I'm sorry Mom, I was scared about my girls. Teddy stopped loving me a long time ago. He's been gone six, out of the last seven years, and I have not talked to him or face timed him in five months. I'm glad it's over. He's been cheating on me most of our marriage. Is there a thumb drive in the envelope?" I asked.

I heard her rummaging around, and she picked up the phone and said, "Yes there is, in fact there's two of them."

"Okay mom, can you go into my office, and plug one of the thumb drives into the computer?"

She said," I'm going there now. Okay one of them is in."

"Open a window, and open up your Gmail account, now put together an email from you to me, my hotmail. com account, then there's a paper clip use that to attach all the files on the thumb drive. Okay?"

She said, "There's like fifty files, okay I can send it."

I said, "Perfect, hit send."

She said, "It just whooshed away."

"Now mom, replace the thumb drive with the other one."

She said, "Done."

"Just repeat the email process." I could hear her tippy tapping with her two finger typing.

She said, "There were like five files, documents, pdf format."

Just then one ping then a second one.

"I got 'em Mom. Do the kids know?""

I heard mom, chuckling. "Yes they know, Jensen said he's a dick, and the twins said, he can eat a bag of dicks', in perfect harmony."

I burst out laughing. "I love you mommy, things are going to be hard for a bit, but stay with me please."

"Always Saru, always."

I started bawling. I was fearful of how I would explain Amy to mom, but I knew that she would handle it as well as anyone, who loved me and my kids would be fine.

Amy had been quiet and said, "So Teddy filed for divorce?"

I nodded yes, and said, "Mom said I was served, and there were two thumb drives. One with five files and the other with fifty files."

Amy said, "The five files sounds a normal divorce filing. Let's check the one with fifty files:

End Part one

What's on the fifty files?