Mike and I met in the training class for our new job about a year ago. He seemed a bit strange but who wasn't. Once we actually started working I discovered he was about as dumb as they come, plenty of book smarts but no common sense to speak of. At first, I tried to lead him in the right direction and help him out a little but I could only do so much. After our first couple of years on the job, it seemed near impossible for him to fully understand anything. It got to the point I almost didn't want to be associated with him at all. Then I met his wife, Katie. She was cute as hell and seemed just as sweet. I figured Mike must be doing something right. That was about the point I started hanging out at Mike's place after work.
Mike was damn near a genius with computers so I got the chance to learn a few things while I was there. In my time I spent at their house I also learned that Katie was practically the perfect wife. She always had dinner on the table when he got home from work and the house stayed spotless year round. After several months, it seemed like we all fell into a pattern of sorts. Mike and I would hang out in the office messing around on the computer for a while, then we'd step outside for a cigarette. Every time we'd go out to smoke, Katie would come out with us. We would stand around outside talking for a few minutes and as soon as Katie and I got into a conversation, Mike would walk back inside. He never said a word to either of us, just turned around and walked in the house. Katie and I would get lost in conversation and realize hours later that he never came back out. I pointed it out to her after the first couple times it'd happened and she just said that Mike must trust me. The two of us became close pretty quick and it didn't take long for our conversations to get a little personal. I was flirting with this man's wife right in front of him and he didn't seem to have a clue.
A couple days later, I walked into work and immediately got called to the supervisor's office. Apparently someone had messed up on some paperwork the day before. And lucky me, it happened where I had been working that day. The real problem came about when I was told Mike and I were the only people who had worked in that area the day before. I know I didn't do it, and Mike denied it so I'd get pinned with it. I knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed but I never figured he was a coward too. I managed to resolve the issue with no problem because it really wasn't a big deal but I was pissed that Mike would pull some shit like this. All the time I spent trying to help him out, and he tries to pass his fuck-up off on me.
Then it hit me. Katie and I had a great connection and we'd been flirting like high school kids every chance we got. The little respect I had for Mike was the only reason I hadn't fucked the hell out of her. Now let me be honest for a moment. It's not that I was actually that pissed at Mike that I wanted to ruin his marriage. Katie had been giving me all the right signals since we'd met and Mike losing my respect was just a good excuse. I didn't intend for him to ever find out about it anyway.
I finally made it to my weekend. My first day off is when I get all my errands out of the way. I had plenty to keep busy but I managed to finish things up pretty early in the evening. I decided to head on over to Mike's and hang out with Katie until he got off work. Katie and I grabbed a couple beers and the radio and headed out to the porch. I told her about the shit that had happened at work. She got pissed too but I told her I took care of it. I asked her not to talk to Mike about it because I didn't want him to know I found out it was him.
It didn't take long for the beer to do its job. We were laughing and playing around. Before we knew it, that horny part of the buzz kicked in for both of us. I tried to hide it because Mike was supposed to be home in less than an hour. It didn't work. She started moving closer to me a step or two at a time. The conversation quickly turned to massage and she mentioned her neck being a little stiff. I knew it was just a ploy to get my hands on her but at this point, I didn't care. I wanted my hands all over her body almost as bad as she did.
I squeezed and rubbed her neck and shoulders. She started breathing heavier with every squeeze of my hands. My hand wrapped deliberately around her throat and pulled her body back against mine. She reached back to turn my face toward hers. I stepped back away from her. She immediately turned and stepped toward me staring into my eyes, silently daring me to kiss her, to touch her, anything.
I grabbed her shoulders and moved her back to an arm's length. "Mike is going to be here in less than ten minutes," I said as the phone began ringing.
Katie ran inside to answer it. She came back outside with a big, devious-looking grin on her face as she said, "He's working a double." Feelings of excitement and worry simultaneously rushed through me. It was exactly the chance I'd been waiting for but it all sounded too good to be true, so I told her we had all night and to give it a little while just to be sure he was really staying for the double.
Katie took it upon herself to "freshen up our drinks." I thought that meant she was going to get each of us another beer. I stayed outside, just in case Mike was trying to be slick. Almost ten minutes later, she comes back out with two glasses in her hands. I asked what it was as she handed it to me.
She just giggled and said, "Just trust me. I promise it doesn't bite as hard as I do." It didn't matter how strong it was, I only lived a few minutes away. I was more concerned with what she might have put in it. After my first sip she giggled again and told me it was her specialty.
