For those of you that have been asking who Sally is. In this series, Sally is my wife. Once this series is concluded, I'll write an origin story of how Grant and Sally arrived at this stage of their lives.
I was getting quite the reputation in town, but it was with guys that wanted to fuck me.
Sally and I hadn't decided when our first trip to the nightclub would be.
For those of you that have never seen Sally, let me tell you. She could get any cock she wanted.
She was a blonde fit woman. Tight little ass. Great set of tits. She prided herself on staying in shape.
Her kink started with me.
We walked that path together.
Visiting sites and telling each other stories to get each other off. Boy did it work!
She definitely had become more Domme as our relationship grew.
We had just finished up our morning chat, something we did every morning.
She would tease the fuck out of me then send me on my way.
She could do that with a "good morning you sexy cock sucker."
I'd be instantly hard.
This morning I had a list of things to do. A honey do list. And no it wasn't one of Sally's.
I had to go to the hardware store and pick up some materials for a project I had planned on doing this summer.
I pulled up to the store in my SUV. Walked thru the sliding doors and headed for the lumber department.
There was always a lot of people in this store. It was mostly contractors and a few amateur home repair guys like me.
I had dressed the part that morning. I had on work jeans.
They had a few holes in them and had accumulated those stains that never come out in the wash.
A white T shirt capped off the look with a wind breaker pulled over top.
I walked to the back of the store. I must have had a confused look on my face. This older gentleman approached me. Introduced himself as Bill. He must have been in his sixties. He obviously took care of himself. But he did have a dad body. His hair was grey and thinning in areas.
"What can I help you with today...?" He waited for my name.
"Grant. My name is Grant." I said.
"Great to meet you. So what can we get for you."
I explained to him that I was working on a summer project and I needed to build a set of stairs off my deck.
He picked up his radio and turned his back to me and walked away while he chatted with someone. Sounded like it was the warehouse guy.
Bill turned back around and moved back in front of me.
"We have a number of variations on the steps back in the warehouse. Why don't you come on back with me and check them out."
"Sure," I said.
He walked us back to the doors to the warehouse. I had peeked inside there a few times when I was at the store. They are the double swing doors that you see in most warehouses.
We walked back to the office where the computer was. Bill talked as we walked. Asked if I went to a gym, because I looked in shape. I removed my jacket as we walked.
"I built my own gym during covid," I said.
Bill thought that was a great idea. Something he planned to invest in when he had time.
We arrived at the office and walked in. One guy was sitting at the desk.
He was introduced as Greg. Greg was in his early 50's. Typical warehouse guy. Thick thighs and broad shoulders.
He had on jeans and a work shirt. He got up half way, leaning over the desk to shake my hand.
I was holding my jacket in one hand when I reached out to shake his. I felt his hand wrap around mine and hold it while he stared at me with a grin.
He tilted his head to the side. "This is Owen. He runs the warehouse with me. You've already met Bill right Grant?"
I looked over my shoulder at Bill who was closing and locking the door. Then he moved back to the desk.
"You see Grant."
Greg reached for my other wrist and when he squeezed it, I dropped my jacket on the floor.
He pulled me across the desk as he sat down.
