Tom Chalmers was a pretty decent type of guy. Maybe except for the vulgar talk, the cigarette smoking and the too often too much beer. I guess the word was raunchy. Okay, so he wasn't a friend of mine. I could count the number of times we had met socially on one hand. That was mutual invites to random parties or other occasions. He would seek me out for some reason and I'd find some reason to slip away.
His wife Josie, on the other hand, was a real treat. Speaking of slipping away, she had a knack for that. My wife filled me in repeatedly. According to my wife Josie was a real slut. That kind of gossip piqued my interest and one gathering I was checking her out when my wife's snarl interrupted my thoughts.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" The words were spit in my direction. Not very common use of words from her, but effective.
"Uh, I don't know. Just looking around. You've got some pretty weird friends."
That didn't disarm her any.
"You were staring at "HER" weren't you?"
"Well, no! Why do you drag me to those things?"
I still didn't have her convinced of my intentions and trying to put the blame on her wasn't working.. I never thought of my wife as jealous, but this was jealous. She had caught me checking Josie out.
There was good reason to check Josie out. Friendly smile, very pretty, and an ass she had to work out a couple of times per day to keep that roundness with 3 kids. Then your glance turned to a stare at her tits. The woman oozed sex. My wife had her opinion that she oozed more than that. If a guy was going to cheat in his marriage this would be the woman with which to cheat.
"Watch this! She's looking around to find her husband and whoever else might me watching."
Lost in thought I didn't realize my wife was still in my face. I looked up to see Josie slip into the hallway.
"She's good, looking all sweet and innocent. Watch for some guy nervously try to follow her. Wait to see what guy checks out the room and seeing where his wife might be."
Nothing happened. Everyone stayed in place. No one left. No nervous guy.
"Maybe she had to go pee." I suggested.
"Right! Sure!"
"Maybe the guy sneaked out first."
That got me a glare from my wife.
"I'd guess you would know!" She snorted.
Man! My wife hates this woman. I'd been around Josie only a few times. The oozing sex might be a reach. However, the woman comes across as someone any guy would want to fuck. She didn't make any hint of a play for me at any time. My most rememberable moment with her was when Tom made some nasty remark about getting her to the car so she could suck his dick. I remember that my wife smirked and I was a bit taken back. Josie's and my eyes did lock for a second at that moment. I wanted to bust Tom in his filthy mouth for saying it. I would have had to slept on the couch for weeks for coming to Josie's rescue.
"There she's back."
I looked towards the hallway. Josie smiled and spoke to a couple before moving on into the room. No nervous husband appeared minutes later. I was glad because I really had to pee and couldn't go with Josie not in my wife's range of view. I scampered towards where I thought the toilet should be. I began to drain the lizard while looking around while thinking that Josie had been in there just before me. I pictured her lifting her short skirt, dropping her panties and pissing from what I imagined had to be a pretty sweet pussy.
There was a slight sound at the door.
"Occupied!"
My heart skipped when I realized it might be Josie. I quickly dispelled that idea based on what would Josie have a reason to follow me. I finished up and opened the door to my wife in my face.
"You had damn well better have been in there!"
She looked around me to be sure no woman was in there with me.
"God, Honey. You've got to give it a break!"
"Well. You were acting kind of funny."
The door closed and locked. I put my face right to the door, being too stupid not to let it go.
"It's not like we're at a high school reunion."
Then I got the hell out of there. I had that feeling like I was walking in a dark place and something was about to jump me from behind. This could be the beginning of a real horror story.
A couple of years back I went with her to her high school reunion. She asked me to go and I had no idea I'd be the odd man out. Her girlfriends had come as singles. Matter of fact some had married and were again single. I had never heard her mention her old boyfriend Brent Jeffers. Turns out that was all her friends talked about. It must have been quite the romance. One of her friends made the remark that my wife had been the first of the clique to lose her virginity.
I didn't make a point of virginity before we married. We never discussed it. I just knew she wasn't fucking me before we tied the knot. As for stupid me, she was my first. I never thought that my wife might have been a Mormon slut in high school.
Brent Jeffers was there that night. I saw him a couple of times. I saw my wife talk to him for a while. Then I didn't see either of them going well past an hour of the unknown. I started wandering around the hotel. I got intercepted by one of her friends.
"Looking for your wife?" She tried to be coy.
"Just killing some time."
"Well, if you were looking for her Brent lives out of town. He no doubt has a room. Knowing her she's probably got his cock buried in her by now."
She might had well kicked me in the nuts.
"I thought from earlier you two were friends."
I had to learn more about this.
"We were until she fucked by boyfriend. I didn't put out and she would."
"Was this before Brent?"
"During and after.... She had like a half dozen she'd fuck. The girl was a little hottie that couldn't get herself laid often enough."
"Well, if they've got a room I may as well go back to the party."
"Don't in in such a hurry. I've got a room, too."
"What about your husband?"
"He's never been known as a party animal."
What a great opportunity!
"What if I go with you and my wife really isn't with Brent Jeffers?"
"Trust me... She's with Brent Jeffers and she's fucking him. Come with me. I promise you that you won't be sorry."
She was right. I wasn't sorry. I always assumed my wife was a pretty good fuck. Maybe it was the revenge fuck thing, but this little Ellie opened my eyes about what cheating sex could be. I took the occasion for my ace in the hole. I could look at my wife and think back to the evening.
We made it a regular thing when ever Ellie would come home to see her parents. It was some really enjoyable pussy.
That explains my taunting about going to the class reunion. She never admitted any wrong doing and I figured "what the fuck"? At least for that night we were even and she didn't know it.
Meanwhile, my wife comes out of the toilet and ambles towards Josie's husband, crude and rude Tom Chalmers. From across the room he seemed to be making flirty remarks to my wife and she would laugh and push her hand on his chest or finish what she would say by touching his arm.
Not only was she trashing herself in the worst way, but wife Josie Chalmers was taking notice. My eyes went from my wife being stupid to Josie starting to look in my direction. That started being the thing for the moment. I went from being the guy not so noticeable to the guy whose wife was coming on to her husband.
Suddenly I became, like they say on the cop shows, a "Person of Interest". Then it was a smile here, a smile there as we watched my wife be a much of a slut as Josie had ever been.
Apparently my wife's actions were the pay back I was going to get for the high school reunion remark. I smiled to myself and reveled in the fact that she had no idea about me and her old friend Ellie.
Not a word was said about the evening and life looked like it would go on. That is until the weekend was over and I got the phone call.
My method of occupation is that I own a garage door repair business. I hired on as a helper with a guy and saw how easy it was to really fuck people over. Sometimes it's a major repair, but usually it's a cable off the roller or broken spring. The beauty of that was you just add shit on to the parts and labor and most people just know the want the damned door fixed and not be bothered with it again.
When the next phone book came out I took at an ad and told my old boss to shove it up his ass and never looked back. Things went well and I had no problem sticking it to people. Next I hired a guy and paid him well. Things worked out that he liked extra hours and I cut back on my own service calls. The whole thing runs off a cell phone and voicemail when needed. I set my own hours and pick my own jobs.
The woman on the phone was telling me she didn't know the problem, but the door made a "funny" noise. She didn't know if it was the door or the closer. She sounded pretty hot so I knew my helper wasn't getting this repair job.
The woman gave me her address and too many directions. She was really sounding even hotter to me. Something about mechanical job people really gets a pretty woman's motor running and they use the opportunity to see if they have still "got it".
I've had women, some nice women, offer me sex or a blow job to get their garage doors fixed. I'm not going to donate a two or three hundred bill to some cunt just to get some pussy or a blow job.
I was walking towards my truck when I asked the woman her name.
"Josie Chalmers, my husband's name is Tom."
I almost tripped and fell under the truck. Thank you, Jesus.
"Are you there?"
"Yes, just getting in the truck. See you in ten!"
This could be a disaster in a number of ways. What if her husband was there and she was just baiting me? Wait! Did Josie even know who she had called. It might be awkward when I show up at her house.
When I pulled up the garage door was down. I walked to the front door and rang the bell.
"Hi, the garage is through here."
I watched that ass parade in front of me. Once in the garage she spun around and I swear those tits were held up by some sort of miracle because she sure wasn't wearing a bra. We both froze for a moment. I kind of broke the trance and reached to push the garage door button. The door went up smoothly and a return click sent it back down again.
Again, Josie was staring at me.
"I don't know why it doesn't make a noise now."
"What was it before?" I asked.
