Author's Note: I had an idea for a story and when I started writing, this came out. I liked it and decided to publish it. When I finish the original story, I will put it up too. Don't bother reading if you don't have a sense of humor or a sense of irony. Enjoy.
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Ego: I have a problem. Help me out here.
Mind: You always have problems. What did you do this time?
Ego: I'm caught between a rock and a hard place.
Mind: Are you going to bore me with another of your pathetic stories?
Ego: I don't think this one will bore you.
Mind: Well, let's get this over. I've got a ton of other things to do.
Ego: I'll make it as brief as I can. You remember Bill and Lisa, don't you?
Mind: Sure. He's the guy that works with your wife and every time you are around Lisa, your dick keeps me from doing anything productive.
Ego: Well it is about them and my wife.
Mind: Well maybe this won't be so boring after all. At least it isn't about you losing a football bet and trying to hide it from your wife or getting caught jacking off after reading one of those stories you read.
Ego: No, nothing like that. It began that night when Lisa was out of town at the corporate office for orientation since she had just been hired as a Department Manager. Paula and I were going to have Bill over for dinner. I had everything ready when they came home and I gave them a glass of wine like I usually did. But Paula said that they wanted to talk to me before we had dinner so we sat down in the living room first. They said that their new boss wanted to have all of the department managers over to his townhouse for dinner the next night. The problem was that spouses weren't invited and that everyone should car pool or catches a cab or something.
Mind: I remember; you listened to me for once and I told you to tell them that you would drive them and hang around a bar or something until they got through and then pick them up.
Ego: That's the day. The next day I watched Paula getting ready as she put on her little thong and garter belt and hose. Then she put on that really sexy dress that she couldn't wear a bra with and her breasts looked so inviting.
Mind: Yes; and I remember telling you that a wife didn't wear that when she went out with another man; but you wouldn't listen. Your dick was yelling at you all the way downtown.
Ego: Whatever. But while we were driving, Lisa called Bill and told he that she was finished early and could he pick her up at the airport at 7:00. He told her that he had a business dinner but that I would pick her up. I dropped them off and went to the airport to pick Lisa up.
Mind: And I kept telling you that you ought to be thinking about what might be happening at the dinner but dick kept telling you that it would be great to spend some time with Lisa.
Ego: Hush. I picked her up and she really looked good even though she was in her professional clothes.
Mind: And your dick got really happy when she gave you a kiss and her tits dug into your chest.
Ego: I drove her back into town and we ate at an Italian place.
Mind: And that was where she took her jacket off and her blouse was unbuttoned half way down. Your eyes competed with your dick for attention. I couldn't get a word in edgewise.
Ego: We had a nice dinner and then she told me a about a club nearby that she had heard about and we decided to go there and wait until Paula texted me to come pick them up.
Mind: I was sleeping while you were there. Your dick demanded center stage.
Ego: We had a great time dancing and we met this couple named John and Sonya who were a lot of fun. They shared a table with us and we danced and laughed and had a great time.
Mind: Your dick and your eyes were really fighting against each other. Your dick wanted to focus on Lisa's hand in your thigh and your eyes wanted to focus on Sonya's tits. They almost fell out of her halter several times.
Ego: They had to leave at 11:00 and asked if we wanted to come to their house the next day for lunch and swim in their pool and hot tub. Paula told them that we had to check our schedules and would call them in the morning. At 11:30, Paula called and asked us to pick them up. When they got in the car, they were both pretty drunk and out of it. And we drove home.