My business partner screwed me!

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I was pretty sure that my business partner, Keith, was screwing me.

Keith and I got ourselves a start-up venture together some years ago; a local marine services provider for our town.

Keith put up most of the starting capital, and did the billing and
bookkeeping while I housed the machinery at my home and did the technical

All of the income was reinvested in the business, and I had a "real" teaching
job to pay my bills. We had to borrow heavily at one stage to keep up with the
demand for more capacity; but by the time of the story that I will now tell,
there should have been profits. Lots of profits.

I did the engineering. I knew how many customers we had, and I knew what
was being spent on equipment, more or less. But Keith wasn't giving me
access to the books. As it had started as a family venture, and no one had
really expected it to go anywhere serious, I didn't have a proper contract,
and I was starting to feel,.. well,...screwed.

I wouldn't have felt so strongly about it, if it weren't for Ashima.

Ashima. just thinking of her fills me with happiness, even after seven years
of marriage.

We met in London; we were both on our vacations. It was Ashima's first time
away from India.

She was. she still is, very beautiful. Thick black hair to her hips, five
foot four, slim. I don't know how I managed to win her, but she was the
best thing to ever happen to me. The sex was electrical, amazing. She loved
my "Big British cock", and it loved her right back!

How can I possibly describe the incredible sensation of this petite exotic
beauty staring into my eyes with lust and then even love, as she cried with
the power of the orgasm I provided her?

And there was more than that; I loved her spirit, her bright smile, her
sharp wit.

I didn't have a lot of experience, but I knew that Ashima was the only woman
for me, in bed and out. I had to have her; I asked her to marry me within
two weeks of meeting her. I had no choice, I might never see her again

Ashima was like a bright light, illuminating my previously dark life. Before
I knew the euphoria of loving her, I hadn't even been aware of my

She came from a rich family, hence I wanted to be well off, more for her than for myself.

Ashima is a very un-Indian Indian person. I suppose it's part of her
rejection of her father, to reject everything else about her country as
well. While I would have liked to get a little bit into the Indian spirit
of things, Ashima wanted to be all-British.

She never liked Keith much, but when I told her of my suspicions, her lovely
face contorted with hate.

"We should kill the motherfucker." was her comment when it was clear that
there was no legal way to get what was ours. I don't like Keith much
either, but I was still surprised at her vehemence.

"I don't think that would be useful, my love. What we need is the records,
and the bank statements."

"Can't you just hack into his computer and get them out?"

"He's not that stupid; he knows my abilities. He keeps a separate machine
for those things, with no outside line connected."

"There must be a way."

"I have to get to his machine. If I can connect to it, I can download

Her narrow eyes narrowed. "How long would you need?"

"Well, I pretty much know where everything is in his place. I guess a half
hour would be plenty of time."

"We could break in."

"There's a pretty good security system up there, with an automatic dialing
system. I'd prefer not to muck with it."

"We could get in on some excuse. a pretext. then you could get at his

"He'd never let me in there alone for long knowingly. If he knew I was even
in the house, he'd keep track of what I was up to."

"Then we have to get you in without him knowing."

We kicked some ideas around for an hour or two, and here's what we came up
with; Ashima would make an appointment to see Keith, to overtly ask him to
release some company funds to us for our domestic needs. She would distract
him, let me in, and I would copy Keith's hard drive and look through his
papers while she kept him talking. It wasn't much of a plan, I admit, but it
was flexible enough that it might work.

"How will I keep him talking for a half hour? He could send me home within

"Don't get to the point to fast. flirt a little. Then he'll be in no hurry
to get rid of you."

"Flirt? I hate him! I can't I flirt with him."

One of the things I've always loved about Ashima is how she sees through
people. Nearly everyone thinks that Keith is a wonderful, charming type of
guy. I grew up around him, so of course I know him better.

"He'll be no match for you and your inscrutable asian ways." I said.

Ashima laughed, and said; "I've been here too long already, I don't know if I
remember how to be inscrutable!"

"Just work on it for a few days, and try to imagine that you think Keith is
an O.K. guy, think of this as a role you would act in. Try to think of him as
attractive. then just keep smiling, laugh at his jokes. Get yourself
dressed up for it, he won't be able to resist spending a little extra time
with you."

"But I don't want to spend time with him, Chris. He makes my skin crawl." My
love complained.

"I'm not too wild about this, either, but it's the only way, Ashima.
Otherwise, we may never know how much Keith is taking us for."

Ashima looked amazing, as usual, as she rang Keith's bell. She wore a simple
white cotton summer dress that showed her figure off nicely. High heels gave
her that bit of extra height, and her dazzling jet-black hair was down,
gleaming in the fading evening sunlight. She wore just enough makeup to
accentuate the striking lines of her face.

"Hi, Ashima" I heard Keith say as he opened the door. "I have to say, you're
looking absolutely stunning. Come on in, would you like some coffee?" the
door closed beh

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Hochgeladen April 2, 2021
Notes Husband loses wife to business partner in the worst way possible, as it all plays out in front of his eyes.
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