Bailing Out Jimmy
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I knew that Jimmy wasn't very smart when we wed. OK, I know I might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer either, but Jimmy is something else, always has been. We married pretty much straight out of High School when we thought he had made me pregnant but turned out that he couldn't even do that right either.
Our marriage wasn't exactly one made in heaven but I acted out being the dutiful wife while he just seemed to muddle along doing just enough to pay the bills working at a Builders' warehouse as a low grade storeman. Our social life was non-existent and his idea of a fun night was either to sit at home watching the game on TV with a 6-pack of beers and a packet of chips or if there was no game to watch to go out and sit in a bar with his equally no-brain buddies shooting the crap.
I had long gone beyond the point where I accepted that this was going to be my life for the next zillion years when one night I got a call from the local precinct. Jimmy had been pulled over following a hit-and-run, arrested and charged with drunk driving. Bad news for Jimmy but, as it turned out, it was going to be seen as good news for me.
The desk sergeant told me that they would be keeping him in while they filed the charges, prepared paperwork and such. He said I might like to engage a lawyer to arrange bail.
After I put the phone down I went into a minor panic. Hell, I didn't know about lawyers and stuff like that. The only thing I could think to do was to give Jimmy's boss, Charlie, a call the following morning. I had met him once when I visited the warehouse to take Jimmy the packed-lunch he had left at home.
I made the call and told him Jimmy wouldn't be in for a few days. At first I didn't tell him the reason why but he started asking questions and I started to cry and along with my tears it soon came out and I told him about the arrest.
I thought that he would freak out and say that Jimmy was fired but, surprisingly, he didn't say anything of the sort. He just told me to calm down and that he would be over in just a few minutes and we could sort something out. It was just a little while and then I heard a car pull up onto the drive.
I let him in and straightaway he could tell I was really stressed about what Jimmy had done and he set about trying to calm me so that I could talk rationally. He went into the kitchen and made me a drink and when he came back he sat me down and with him standing behind me innocently began rubbing my neck and shoulders.
The massage felt good and I began to relax. He asked if I knew how much they had set Jimmy's bail. I told him $350 as it was his first time.
He didn't say anything but continued to massage my neck for a few more moments then he bent down and he said he would be willing to get Jim out, "... but you'll have to help me out."
I wasn't sure what he meant and asked what he was talking about.
"We can go and get Jim after we've had sex, we've got plenty of time."
I was shocked, I hardly knew this guy; had only met him once, fleetingly, and here he was propositioning me, taking advantage of my distress, I protested, said something along the line of, "Are you kidding me? I am Jimmy's wife. I couldn't do that to him, he's the only boy I have ever been with."
It wasn't strictly true but it was all I could think of to say.
Charlie ignored me and the next thing I know is that he's standing in front of me unzipping his pants and asking, "does your hubby have a cock like this?"
My mouth dropped. His cock was thicker and at least 3 or 4 inches longer than Jimmy's little dick. I just kept staring for what seemed hours until he brought me back to reality, "Nice huh?"