I got back to the station, with about 2 hours left in my shift. I was feeling pissed at Ellen, because of what I witnessed. I was contemplating how our conversation was going to go, this morning. Then it struck me that I was being a fucking hypocrite. I walked in on her banging two EMTs from my station, about half an hour after I had been doing the same.
I got everything ready for the morning shift change and took a walk around the station, checking security. Everything was locked up and all the trucks were still there. I went back in my office to wait for my relief. I switched my computer over to YouTube and wasted some time watching music videos.
Soon, I heard the back door to the station open and two voices coming toward me. Finally, the day shift was here. Today, it was Diane Lane and Eric Hanson. Eric was a new supervisor, about 27 years old, still trying to get his footing. A month and a half ago, he was a medic working the ambulance, now he's overseeing some of the same people he worked with. Diane was 40 and the mother of 2 young kids. She had been a boss for 10 years and was married to a Captain.
They walked into the office and Diane asked me "What's this, you were solo again, last night?"
I nodded and she shook her head in disbelief. "This is getting ridiculous."
I turned over the station to Diane and brought her up to speed on what was going on and started to head for home. I still didn't know what I was going to say to Ellen. I was angry, even though I had no right to be.
I drove home, hoping the trip would clear my head. It didn't help and I pulled into the parking lot, at Ellen's. I got out of the truck and went into the apartment. Ellen was sitting at the table. The same one that she had so recently occupied on her back. She was wearing a robe and, I suspected, little else. Her eyes were red, like she had been crying.
I sat in the chair, across from her. She looked up at me and with her lip quivering said "John, I am so sorry."
I looked in her eyes and asked her "Why?"
She said "I don't know. I know both of them from the station and it was spur of the moment. I was horny as hell and they sit closest to here, so it wouldn't raise any flags, if they were here."
"If you wanted a threesome, all you had to do was tell me. I could have accommodated you."
Ellen looked at me, stunned.
"Look, I love you, but I want you to be happy. Take a few days and decide where you want this relationship to go." "I'm going to stay at my apartment until you decide."
I left and got in my truck. As I looked back, I saw that Ellen was looking out the window. I could see her shoulders shaking. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed east. About 45 minutes later, I parked across from my apartment, got out and went inside. I entered the apartment and made a beeline for the kitchen. The coffee maker was powered on and the reservoir was filled. I popped a pod into the machine and started it up. Suddenly, I felt hands slide around my waist and a rather large set of breasts press against my back. I turned around to find Janice standing there in a sheer negligee and nothing else.
"Hey boss. What are you doing here?" She asked.
"Long story. I just want to have my coffee and crash."
"Well, I've got time, if you want to unload."
I sat at the table and told Janice about stopping at Ellen's and finding her getting DPed on the table. When I was done with the tale, I looked at Janice and she was shaking with laughter.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Considering that, about an hour before you caught her, you had your cock buried in my twat and were blowing your load all over Jess's face, I think you're being a bit hypocritical."
"I know, but to walk in to our apartment, our home and see that..."
"You feel betrayed." Janice observed. "You feel like she disrespected you and your home."
"I guess you're right." I agreed as I leaned over and kissed her. "I'm beat. I'm going to bed."
"Goodnight, boss."
I laughed and told Janice, "Considering I had my cock buried in you and had it down Jess' throat, I think we can drop the boss crap."