Hi, guys,
I wanna thank Cw5523729, Grania2, Decal_last and Gonzo437a for editing my second Literotica story, a two-part tale about office improprieties.
So, buckle up and hope you have fun.
WEDNESDAY, THE 11TH
It was supposed to be a surprise.
I had dropped by Annie's office early to pick her up for lunch on the day my wife of nine years took it upon herself to destroy my world.
The atmosphere was hectic, deadlines were looming. I stood there for a moment taking in the mayhem, watching editors and page designers running around with print samples in hand.
Maggie Taylor ran a tight ship.
"Trish Cavendish, my favorite dish!" I winked at the cute goth secretary. "What's the sitch?"
"Hey, Bill, you came for Annie? She's somewhere over there," Trish gave me a courtesy smile, tilting her head toward the cubicle area before drifting back to her phone. She looked worried, the whole office did.
Annie's company, Raven Skies Press, had snatched some big named author from a rival Ohio publisher and them Buckeyes were furious. His next best seller was hitting the shelves in a few months and nobody could afford to fuck this up.
Someone did.
Amid the bleak office mood, my wife's cheerful little head stood out, bobbing with excitement. Toothpaste smile, her eyes glistened listening to some workplace Casanova while her excited fingers stroked his arm like a tween groupie.
Annie and I first met at the Shea Stadium; She had just quit Dutchess and I had just been medically discharged. She stole my place at the queue and I stole her heart. Or so I thought, until I saw the dimples in her delighted grin.
My heart sank.
Annie hadn't looked at me like that in years. Not since Sue was born and our sex life took a dive between diapers, deadlines and doctor appointments. Not since Sara.
I approached them from her back, sizing up the competition. Tall fucking dreamboat, broad shoulders, thick silky hair, magnetic smile, biker helmet in hand... some Navajo?
Pretty boy was too busy basking in my wife's adoration to notice my stealthy approach.
"Hehehe! Oh, Joshhhh... " I heard her giggle before I spun on my heels to come face to face with the flirting minx.
"Hi, honey, who's your boyfriend?" I smirked.
Annie's eyes widened.
"Bill!"
Her face passed through three shades of pale beige before settling on white panic and her smile died like the Russian Moon Landing Program. It took her all of six seconds before she could negotiate attitude control on her crippled B-17 of a facial expression and regain altitude.
I leaned back and watched her face struggling to restart that dazzling smile of hers. We have power on Engine one. Engine two is back.
My eyebrows wriggled like caterpillars throughout.
"B-Bill! I, whu... what? Josh, I.. Bill, this is... Bill!"
One minute of this and my name was gonna need new soles. Shiny, believable professional smile, Annie. Good job. High marks.
"Hi! Ah, Ah! Josh Allen, I'm the courier!" Don Juan extended his hand.
Early twenties. Strong handshake, shiny teeth. Ancient forehead scar. Weird stance, probably old hip or knee injury. Ex-quarterback?
"Annabel must have told you all about me, huh?"
"Oh, yeah, Annabel raves about you all the time!" I glanced at my wife's uncomfortable mug. Yeah, Annie, isn't it funny how you never mentioned walking fuck toy over here?
The guy was fit, I could probably take him out despite my back, but it would cost me dearly. Knee detail filed in the To Be Continued folder.
"Sup, Josh!"
Annie's eyes jumped back and forth between the two men in her life while her navigator struggled to map a route out of flak range.
"W-what are you doing here?" She finally asked. Her navigator was clearly a rookie.
"Chief let us go early, he had a lunch date with his mistress," I lied, watching her pristine smile briefly lose engine number two. Her eyes scrambled to regain focus. Great success, babe.
"I won't be free for a while," she winced. "The editors are still cleaning up E.M. Parker's latest chapter."
"Okay, I'll come back later. Got us a table at Rico's." I dipped my toe, testing the waters.
"Can't, I was gonna have lunch with the
squadron
to organize our schedules, since Maggie will be in Ohio next week," she explained, and watching the turmoil around us, it sure did sound plausible. "Sorry..."
"No prob, babe, I'll see you at dinner." I kissed her cheek and exited the crime scene, feeling fifty pounds of dread on my shoulders. As I headed for the lobby. the extra ballast from Annie's eyes tracked me.
"See ya, Bill," Trish waved at me, and I nodded. Then, as I hit the first flight of stairs, she hummed quietly: "Awwwkward."
I was feeling down, jealous and hurt when I left the building. What was going on, did she have the hots for this guy? She did. Oh boy, did she ever!
It was time to play Dick Tracy, though I was probably more of an Inspector Clouseau.
I camped on the 2nd floor of Mathilda Cafe and twenty-one minutes later, I looked down to see her bomber squadron exit the Raven Skies building, heading for their usual table by the window at the Oslo Olaf Restaurant across the street.
Annie, Carla, Julie Two-Times, Moustatchoo Bob (the stupid Lhasa Apso growing in his face), and sleek Joshhhh hobbling behind them.
Annie looked uncomfortable. Being caught gawking at her limping loverboy clearly had shaken her.
She managed to relax as lunch went on and by the time Moustatchoo Bob had ordered desserts, my wife was back to rubbing Josh's arm.
Then, it happened.
Julie probably made one of her racy jokes. The whole table laughed and Josh put his arm around Annie's shoulder. My wife rested her head on his neck for all of eight seconds. Josh took the opportunity to caress the top of her head with his cheek before she finally withdrew from him.
Really, Annie?
As I sat there looking in disbelief, my buddy Pete, back at the metal workshop sent me a text. The subcontractors had finished installing my new heavy duty universal milling machine, it was time to get back to work.
No, not yet, this was my life on the line here, dammit! Chief was gonna chew me a new one, but I needed to see more.
I stayed to watch them wrap up their lunch break. Annie was practically glued to him as they crossed the street. His hand circled her waist as they entered the building.
Fuck.
I drove back to the shipyard in a state of depression. How long had this been going on? How could she do this to me, after
nine years
? We had a
daughter
in elementary school, for fuck's sake.
Floor chief Taito gave me hell when I arrived, my list of orders was sky high and I hadn't even finished brushing up on my new machine's manual. Pete joked about it and even Big Frankie noticed that I was numb throughout the afternoon.
My mind was browsing through the baseball bat collection my brother had left me before boarding the USS Carl Vinson. Which was better for cracking skulls, a Marucci maple wood or an aluminum Barnstable?
Our family life circus paraded before my eyes as I headed home, I knew Annie had had a college boyfriend back at Dutchess, but she was very wary of sex.
It took months before we finally slept together. We dated for two years before marrying and the hard work eventually paid off.
Once defrosted, my Ice Queen was a sexual volcano.
Then, Sara happened and Annie, the nun returned. She'd been sleeping in my bed for the last three years. And now, this?
"
Blyat! Blyat
!" Our daughter Sue was screaming at the tv screen when I got home.
That Russian gamer was probably trolling her again.
She didn't even notice my kiss on her head, I had to lift the left side of her headset.
"Hi, lollipop," I said. "Mom?"
"
Kuhnia,
" she yelled in Russian. My eyebrow charged up and she course corrected: "Kitchen."
Maybe it was time to limit her gaming time.
"I need fifty bucks for Pegs' birthday present on Saturday," she screamed from the couch.
Where was I gonna find fifty bucks?
In the kitchen, Annie was cooking dinner, swift hands chopping onions away with mechanical precision.
"Hey, babe," I greeted her and she gave me an uneasy look.
"Hey. How's your day, new machine good?"
The excited grin she had reserved for Joshhhh was missing when my lips pecked hers.
It had been missing for years now, since Sara. I could feel her stealing glimpses at me as I turned to raid the fridge for O.J.
"Yeah, state of the art," I replied, glancing back at my wife's tired face. How long had it been since I last saw her dimples? I used to muse that she kept them at the office. Now I knew for who.
"Sorry we didn't do lunch, it's this whole mess with the Ohio publisher," she apologized. "Maggie better score a touchdown with the Centaur One Media Group meeting on Monday, or we'll all be spending Christmas under a bridge."
"You'd look sexy in a barrel, babe," I joked, flashing her with the warmest smile I could muster.
Annie's eyes clouded for a moment; I had overdone it.
"How's the book coming along?" I steered the conversation into friendlier skies. "I tell all the Morlocks at the shop that my wife's working on E.M. Parker's next big novel. I'm sending business your way, babe, you better hook me up with an autographed copy that says 'For my friend Bill, the goddamn sexual Tyrannosaurus.'"
Annie sighed.
"Maggie has the whole thing on quarantine, nobody knows anything," she groaned. "Robert is so desperate to get his hands on a page he's practically camped at the office."
"Robert. Moustatchoo Bob, the outside consultant? I moustatchoo, is that moron ever gonna shave that stupid raccoon off his dumb face?" I quipped.
Annie squinted, minefield ahead. I changed the subject:
"Is Sue's homework done?"
"Yeah, she was waiting for you to check," she sighed, returning to her Greek meatball salad. "Apparently, I'm no good at math."
"We all have our talent, babe," I joked, "Mine is in math, yours is in the sheets."
Annie punched me on the shoulder.
She kept stealing glances at me throughout dinner as we ate in silence, listening to our daughter praise the new kid in her class who shared her anime tastes.
"Are you really taking Pete to Pegs' birthday party on Saturday? It's parents only," Annie finally spoke and I inhaled, pretending to be lost in Sue's little world.
We'd already had this conversation.
I was washing the dishes when I noticed the detergent was out. As I headed to grab a new one, I noticed my wife lying on the couch, laptop on her belly, shopping online. It was a racy lingerie webpage.
Annie hadn't worn racy lingerie in years. She sensed my approach and hit Alt + F4 outta there.
After tucking in Sue, she stood at our bedroom door, staring at me while I sat on the bed, rubbing a topical cream on my fucked up back. What was she up to now?
Her robe opened to display her birthday suit, and Anny smiled. My beloved wife had brought her dimples home, after all.
I was speechless, Annie hadn't initiated sex in... what year is this?
Three years ago, at least. Not since Sara.
My wife was on fire, kissing and licking and biting me.
Half of it was probably guilt, she was trying to make up for the lunchtime mess with her boyfriend Josh.
