The day was late but our young office receptionist greeted me cheerfully anyway. I had to get some things from my desk though my original plan had been to head straight home from the airport. My business trip had been successful but spending the whole day with my customer first at their office and later having dinner with them had completely tired me out. Adding the flights there and back it was safe to say I was exhausted.
The last thing I needed was to run into the office douchebag Andy. Yet there he was with his usual cronies. We nodded out of common courtesy even when it was not a secret we did not get along that well. I guess in the beginning we were able to work together but during the years I had managed to excel with so many of our customers that Andy just could not take it. He thought that he was the best that our company had and thus irreplaceable. But just looking at the numbers one could tell it just was not true.
The loudest he was, I give him that much. He was always telling stories how he had done something brilliant but quite often it had been someone else who had the original idea. And if that wasn't enough there were the endless wannabe womanizer stories which probably were much like his business stories. At least 90% bullshit.
I tried to ignore them but Andy was rising his voice clearly telling his story not just to his group but he wanted me to overhear it also,
"I'm telling you, boys. Neglected Italian housewives are the best. When you get into the pants of such it will be unforgettable. Last night I visited my newest conquest. Her loser of a hubby was away for a business trip and she made me this delicious casserole for dinner."
He was busting my balls and obviously trying to make me angry. My wife had Italian roots and he very well knew it even if his gang of idiots would not. I wanted to shut my ears from his stupid tales but he didn't make it easy.
"She could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. But last night she sucked something completely different. Oh yes, yours truly's trouser snake," Andy continued. He could not be more of an ass even if he tried. He went on and on about how he had fucked her numb with his big dick. Funnily, I thought that when I had seen him naked in the company gym showers it seemed more or less average if even that but what the heck do I know about other men's dicks.
Finally when he boasted about how he had placed her husband's pillow under her pelvis and fucked her in the ass I had collected all the stuff I needed and had to put an end to it. While leaving the office I just had to comment on his stupidity,
"Andy you are so full of shit. Do you have any idea how moronic you sound? And those sorts of stupid stories belong to some teenage boys' locker rooms if even there. Not to the adult workplace we're trying to run here."
Andy sipped some air to respond. I didn't let him start but addressed his cronies,
"Look guys, I know Andy is your training supervisor and all but don't think even for a minute that this is normal. If he would use half the effort on working that he is spending on these b.s. tales of his he would be a decent manager. Now he's just not."
"Oh, what's the matter? You don't care for my stories about Italian housewives? Is it because you left one of them home alone yesterday?" Andy smirked.
Some of his group snickered at it but few were looking embarrassed of it all. I guess there was some hope in that trainee group after all. If Andy wouldn't spoil them all. I told Andy "Whatever" and left for home.
When I got into my house I relaxed and even sighed out some air in relief. Massaging my temples I thought what a day it had been. I was going to kick my shoes off and maybe pour myself a glass of Scots. The house was quiet and dark and I figured my wife was maybe somewhere out but I called for her anyway. No answer. I wandered around to find a glass for my drink when I noticed a note on the table,
"Hi, Greg. I went shopping but if you're hungry there's some casserole left over from yesterday. See you at night." and it was signed by my wife.
I had to read it again. Casserole! For fucks sake!!
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It was dark when my wife returned. I knew nothing for certain but I had had time to think about it. Were we really so estranged that this had happened? Or was it all just some crazy coincidence? Whatever it was I had to find out.
We had met more than five years ago and now that I thought of it we had been very happy for a while. She had been so hot and we had had sex like rabbits. She didn't have any big sexual boundaries and I had always enjoyed her blowjobs a lot. Her ass had been spectacular and I had used every opportunity to enjoy her body completely.
But to be honest that had not been the case for a while. She had let herself a bit go and gained too many pounds to be as attractive as she had once been and I most probably have been too focused on my career.
She put on the lights and startled herself a bit noticing me in the chair with my whiskey glass.
